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The next morning dawns bright and early,the sun casting long shadows over the bustling streets. I make my way to the café, my thoughts already drifting to the events of the previous day. Kenan's visit had left a lasting impression, as it always did.
His easy charm and warm smile lingered in my mind, making it hard to focus on anything else.
The café is quiet when I arrive, a few early birds nursing their coffees and reading newspapers.
I slip behind the counter, exchanging a greeting with one of my coworkers and diving into the morning routine. As the hours pass the café fills up with the usual mix of regulars and newcomers, the air buzzing with conversation and the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

It's nearly noon when the door opens, and in walks Kenan. My heart does that familiar flutter and I can't help but smile as he approaches the counter.

"The usual lemonade today?" I ask, teasingly.

He grins, shaking his head.
"Actually I was thinking of trying something new again. Any recommendations?"

I pretend to think it over, tapping my chin.
"Well, if you're feeling adventurous, our iced caramel macchiato is pretty popular."

Kenan raises an eyebrow. "Adventurous, huh? Alright I'll give it a shot."

I busy myself preparing his drink, aware of his eyes on me the entire time. When I hand him the iced macchiato, he takes a sip, his expression thoughtful.

"Not bad," he says, nodding appreciatively.
"You've got good taste."

"I try," I reply with a laugh "so, how's training going?"

He shrugs, leaning against the counter.
"Intense as usual. But it's worth it. We have a big match coming up next week."

"I'll bet everyone is talking about it," I tell him as I am wiping down the counter with some wet tissues. "No pressure, right?"
Kenan chuckles. "None at all."

Just then, my boss walks in, casting a stern glance in our direction. I straighten up, my smile fading slightly. "I should get back to work. But enjoy your drink, Kenan."

He nods, his eyes lingering on me for a moment before he heads to his usual table. I go about my tasks, sneaking glances at him whenever I can.

Okay...maybe I had a tiny crush on him.

There's something about the way he carries himself, so confident yet approachable, that makes him stand out.
As the afternoon wears on, the café gradually empties out again. I'm clearing tables when I notice the footballer waving me over. I hesitate for a moment before walking over, my heart pounding.
"What's up?" I ask, trying to sound casual.

He leans forward, lowering his voice. "I was wondering if you'd like to come to the match next week. I can get you a ticket."

I blink, taken aback by the offer.
"You mean,like, to watch you play?"
He nods, his expression earnest.

"Yeah I would like you to be there."

For a moment, I am at a loss for words. The idea of watching Kenan in his element, surrounded by thousands of cheering fans, is both exciting and intimidating. But there's also a part of me that wants to support him, to see him in action and cheer him on.

"Okay," I say finally, a smile spreading across my face. "I'd love to."

Kenan's face lights up, and he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small envelope. "Great. Here's the ticket. I really appreciate, Mine."

I take the envelope, feeling a flatter of excitement.
"I'll be there."

"I might have to buy me a jersey, if I come by."
The words come out of my mouth with a smile on my face.

As he leaves the café, I cannot help but feel a thrill of anticipation. Next week, I'll be stepping into a whole new world, one where Kenan Yıldız isn't just a regular customer, but a football hero. And maybe, just maybe, this will be the start of something more.

I might sound like a delusional little girl.

The days leading up to the match fly by in a blur of work and daydreams. I keep the ticket in a safe place, pulling it out occasionally to remind myself that it's real. On the day of the match, I wake up early, nerves and excitement mingling in my stomach.
Dressed in my best outfit, I make my way to the stadium, the sounds of cheering fans growing louder as I approach. The atmosphere is electric, the air thick with anticipation. I find my seat, clutching the ticket tightly, and settle in to watch the game.

When Kenan takes the field, my heart swells with pride.