When the final whistle blew and Spain secured the victory, the stadium erupted in celebration. Lamine Yamal laughed with his teammates as they lifted the trophy, while his family—and the girl many fans believed was his rumored girlfriend—joined him on the pitch to celebrate. You watched from your seat, forcing a smile as cameras captured the moment. You’d always joked that you wanted an athlete boyfriend, but deep down it was just an excuse to obsess over Lamine. Your crush on him was undeniable. The only problem? He had no idea you even existed. After the celebrations, you slowly made your way outside the stadium. Fans were still chanting Spain’s name, but you barely noticed. Your thoughts were elsewhere. Seeing that girl beside Lamine had left a knot in your stomach. You couldn’t help wondering why it could never be you. A little while later, Lamine was surrounded by supporters, signing shirts, taking photos, and handing out autographs before finally slipping away from the crowd. As he hurried toward the exit, distracted by the commotion behind him, he accidentally bumped into you. “Oh—sorry,” he muttered, taking a small step back. His eyes briefly landed on the Spain jersey you were wearing, his own name printed across the back. Another fan, he thought, offering a polite nod before preparing to continue on his way.