It's you and me that's my whole world

soccer player 2

**requested  chapter**

The next day, in the busy streets of Beverly Hills, Saylor and Coach Alyssa found themselves on a surprise adventure. As they strolled along, searching for a cozy spot to grab some lunch, Saylor, looking at the ground with a bit of anxiety, accidentally bumped into someone.

"Oopsie, sorry," Saylor mumbled, her eyes still fixed on the ground.

The familiar voice of Taylor Swift responded with a warm chuckle, "No problem at all, sweetheart. Are you okay?"
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Saylor looked up, recognizing the voice, and her eyes widened with surprise. "Taylor! Hi!"

Alyssa, noticing the encounter, greeted Taylor with a smile. "Good to see you again, Taylor. Say Say here didn't tell me she was a fan of bumping into celebrities."

Saylor blushed, a shy smile forming on her face. "I didn't mean to. Hi, Taylor! What are you doing here?"

Taylor grinned, "Just enjoying Beverly Hills. How about you?"

Alyssa explained, "We were on the lookout for a nice place to eat. Care to join us for lunch, Taylor?"

Taylor, delighted by the unexpected encounter, nodded. "Absolutely! I'd love to."

As they continued their stroll through Beverly Hills, the trio found a charming café where they settled in for lunch.

As the trio settled into the cozy café, Saylor's curiosity piqued by the menu's colorful illustrations, she decided to take a little detour to use the restroom. With her adorable 4-year-old voice, she chirped, "Be right back, okay?"

Taylor and Alyssa exchanged smiles as Saylor trotted off on her tiny adventure. However, just as they were perusing the menu, Alyssa's phone buzzed with urgency. She picked it up, glancing at the caller ID, and her expression shifted to a mix of surprise and concern.

"Sorry, Taylor. It's the team's management. I need to take this call. They're saying it's urgent," Alyssa explained.

Taylor nodded understandingly, "Of course, Alyssa. Don't worry. We'll be right here."

Alyssa stepped away to answer the call, leaving Taylor alone with her thoughts. It was then that Saylor, with her wide eyes and innocent curiosity, returned from the restroom.

"Taylor, what's your favorite color?" Saylor asked with the innocence that only a 4-year-old could possess.

Taylor smiled, charmed by the unexpected conversation starter. "I think I like sparkly colors, like glittery gold. What about you, Saylor?"

Saylor's eyes lit up, "I like pink and purple! They're super pretty."

As Taylor and Saylor continued their delightful conversation about colors and favorite toys, Alyssa returned to the table, her expression now carrying a hint of concern. Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, Taylor looked at Alyssa with a questioning gaze.Alyssa took a deep breath, her voice laced with a mix of disappointment and responsibility. "Taylor, I'm so sorry to cut our lunch short, but the team's management needs me immediately. There's an unexpected issue with the practice schedule, and they want me to sort it out right away."

Alyssa turned to Saylor with a comforting smile. "Say Say, we'll get your salad packed, and I'll drop you back at the hotel. You can relax in the room for a bit, okay?"

Saylor, a bit disappointed by the change in plans, nodded understandingly. "Okay, Coach Alyssa."

Alyssa turned to Taylor, apologetic. "I'm really sorry about this, Taylor. It seems I need to head to the team meeting right away."

Taylor, ever gracious, smiled. "No problem at all, Alyssa. I've got an idea. How about I spend the day with Saylor? You go handle the team matters, and I'll take care of our little soccer star."