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Saturday arrives with a burst of sunshine, the kind of day that promises new beginnings. I cant help but feel a flutter of excitement as I get ready for my date with Kenan. We are visiting a museum I have always loved, a place that feels like a sanctuary away from the chaos of daily life.
I choose a simple, elegant outfit - a light blue dress that sways with every step and a pair of comfortable ballerinas. I pull my hair into a a messy ponytail and add a touch of makeup, just enough to highlight my features. As I look in the mirror, I feel a mix of nerves and anticipation.

My favorite footballer arrives right on time, looking effortlessly handsome in a casual shirt and jeans. He greets me with a warm smile, and I cannot help but feel a sense of calm wash over me. There is something about his presence that makes everything feel right.

"Ready to go?" He asks, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Absolutely." I reply, returning his smile.

We make our way to the museum, chatting easily about our week. Its amazing how comfortable we have become with each other, as if we have known each other for years. When we arrive, Kenan surprises me by pulling out two tickets from his pocket.

"You planned ahead," I state out, impressed.

He grins. "I wanted everything to be perfect."

We step into the museum, the cool air and quiet ambiance envelop us. We start with the modern art section, admiring the vibrant colors and bold strokes. Kenan listens intently as I explain the significance of some of my favorite pieces, his interest genuine.
"I never knew you were such am art enthusiast." He says, looking at me with admiration

"Its always been a passion of mine," I admit "its like a different world, a way to escape and see things from new perspectives."
He nods, taking my hand as we move to the next exhibit. "I get that. Football is like that for me. Its my escape, my way of expressing myself."

We continue through the museum, our conversation flowing effortlessly. Kenans curiosity and openness make me feel seen and appreciated. It is a side of him thats so different from the confident, commanding presence he has on the field, and I find myself falling for him even more
As we move to the next gallery, I notice a few people glancing our way, whispering among themselves. I try to ignore it, but the tension in the air becomes palpable. Suddenly a teenage boy approaches us, holding out his phone.
"Excuse me, are you Kenan Yildiz?" he asks, eyes wide with excitement.

Kenan nods, his smile polite. "Yes, I am."
"Can I get a picture with you?" the boy asks eagerly.

The footballer next to me hesitates, glancing at me. I give him a reassuring nod, understanding that this comes with the territory. He poses for the photo, and soon enough, more people start to approach. Within minutes, we are surrounded by a small crowd, all wanting a piece of his time.

I step back, feeling a pang of discomfort. The peaceful atmosphere of the museum is disrupted, and I can see the strain on Kenans face as he tries to accommodate everyone.

"Maybe we should go," I suggest quietly, touching his arm.
He looks relieved and apologetic. "yeah, lets get out of here."

We manage to extricate ourselves from the crowd and make our way to the exit. Outside, I can see the frustration in Kenans eyes.
"Im sorry about that, Mine." he tells, running a hand through his hair. "I did not expect it to get out of hand."

"It is okay," I reply, though I cant hide my disappointment. "I just wanted us to have a quiet day together."
He takes my hand, his grip firm. "Lets find somewhere else, somewhere quieter."

We decided to head to the small park we once went, hoping for sone privacy. As we walk,the earlier excitement is replaced by a sense of unease. I cant help but winder if this is what our relationship will always be like - constantly interrupted, never truly private.
When we reach the park, we fund a secluded bench under a large oak tree. The shade is cool, and the sound of the birds chirping provides a soothing backdrop. We sit down, and the youngster turn to me, his expression serious.

"Mine, I know this is not easy. My life comes with a lot of complications, and I do not want you to feel overwhelmed."

I take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. "Its not just the interruptions, Kenan. Its the constant attention, the feeling that we are never truly alone. I dont know if I can handle it."

He looks pained, his eyes filled with concern. Maybe I should just shut my mouth, i regret my words. "I dont want to lose you over this. We will figure out a way to make it work, I promise. After all...I just get to know you, and I really like you."

I nod, but the doubt lingers. "I hope so. I really do because I like you really too."

We sit in silence for a while, the weight of the situation pressing down on us. I just hope I can somehow learn to deal with all this attention.