Right Place to Say "I Love You" - Kenan Yildiz

2: Show me what you've got

A few weeks had passed since the photoshoot, and Isabella had moved on to multiple other projects, though her mind occasionally drifted back to Kenan. She told herself it was just work—it was her job to interact with the players, after all.

One evening, after a long day at the Juventus headquarters, Isabella decided to stop by the team's training facility. There was a new video series she had been working on, and she wanted to check in with the media crew as they filmed the players' evening training sessions.

As she made her way across the field, camera in hand, the sound of a football being kicked caught her attention. Isabella looked up and saw Kenan, still in his practice gear, dribbling the ball across the empty field. He hadn't noticed her yet, fully focused on his footwork as the sun dipped low, casting a golden glow over the turf.

She stood there for a moment, watching him in his element. His movements were fluid, precise, and even in this casual setting, there was a grace to the way he handled the ball.

Before she could slip away unnoticed, Kenan suddenly glanced up and caught sight of her. He jogged over, ball in tow, a familiar smile spreading across his face.

"Isabella," he greeted her, slightly out of breath but clearly pleased to see her. "Didn't think I'd see you here again so soon."

She shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Just checking in on the crew. And what about you? Late-night training?"
She was surprised he remembered her name.

Kenan laughed softly, kicking the ball between his feet with ease. "Something like that. I like to stay sharp, you know? Can't switch off completely."

Isabella nodded, holding up her camera. "Mind if I capture a few shots while you're at it? You look like you're in the zone."

Kenan glanced at the camera, then back at her. "Only if you join me after," he said, a playful glint in his eyes. "You said you knew football, right?"

Caught off guard, Isabella raised an eyebrow. "Are you asking me to play?"

"Just for a bit," he replied, spinning the ball on his finger. "Unless you're worried I'll embarrass you."

Isabella grinned, her competitive side sparking. "Okay Kenan. But don't say I didn't warn you."

They both laughed, the tension between them lighter but undeniably charged. As she snapped a few shots of him in action, Isabella couldn't help but feel like this second meeting was no accident. It seemed like fate—or football—was bringing them together again.

As the sun dipped lower behind the stands, casting long shadows across the field, Isabella found herself standing at the edge of the pitch, her heart pounding—not from nerves, but from the anticipation of playing alongside Kenan. She hadn't actually kicked a ball around in months, not since moving to Turin and getting caught up in her busy work schedule. But here she was, in her work clothes and sneakers, preparing to face off against a Juventus star on an empty field.

Kenan grinned as he passed her the ball. "Alright, show me what you've got," he said, backing up a few steps and watching her intently.

Isabella smirked, feeling the competitive spark between them ignite. "Don't go easy on me. I didn't take this job just to watch from the sidelines."

With a swift motion, she dribbled the ball past him, catching him off guard. Kenan recovered quickly, spinning around to chase her down. They danced across the field, exchanging playful taunts as they kicked the ball back and forth, each move a test of skill and quickness. Isabella was surprisingly fast on her feet, and though Kenan clearly held back some of his professional flair, he was impressed by her control and confidence.