The summer air was warm and electric as you made your way into Dodger Stadium, filled with excitement. You and your friends had gotten tickets. It wasn't your first Dodgers game, but you could still feel the buzz of energy that everyone else seemed to be radiating.
Settling into your seat, you glanced out over the field. The players were warming up, throwing balls back and forth as fans cheered. You couldn’t help but smile, your eyes scanning the familiar white jerseys with blue lettering until they landed on a player you recognized immediately—Kiké Hernandez. You’d seen him on TV plenty of times, of course, but seeing him here, just a few rows away, was entirely different. His smile was as infectious in person as it was on screen, and you could see him joking around with his teammates, making them laugh.
The game started with a bang, and the crowd roared as the Dodgers quickly scored 3 runs in the first inning. You found yourself getting wrapped up in the game, cheering and clapping along with everyone around you. Uou could feel the thrill of the crowd as Kiké stepped up to bat, and the stadium fell into a hush of anticipation. He swung his bat and the ball soared into the stands of left field for a home run. The stadium erupted in cheers, and you found yourself shouting with excitement.
As the game came to a close with a major Dodgers win. You and your decided to head over to a late night brewery to hang out more. Just as they were making their way through the crowd, you spotted a familiar figure nearby—Kiké, still in his uniform, was chatting with a small group of fans, signing autographs and taking pictures.
“Is that… Kiké Hernandez?” one of your friends whispered, eyes wide. You heart skipped a beat as your friend nudged you, whispering, “we should go say hi!”
“Are you crazy?” you laughed, shaking your head, your cheeks flushing. “He’s probably swamped.”
But before she could say anything else, Kiké’s eyes seemed to land on you in the crowd, and to your surprise, he gave you a quick nod and a warm smile. Feeling a surge of courage you didn’t quite understand, you gave a small wave, and before you knew it you and your friends made your way over there.
“Hey there,” he said, his smile as charming up close as it was on the field. “Did you enjoy the game?”
Your heart raced as you nodded, trying to keep your voice steady. “It was amazing! That home run you hit was incredible.”
Kiké grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. “Thank you. Glad I could put on a good show,” he said, a playful glint in his eyes. “Is this your first game?”
You shook your head, feeling a bit shy but unable to hide your excitement. “I've been to plenty before, my friends surprised me with tickets for tonight's game.”
Kiké chuckled, glancing over at your friends with an approving nod. “They have good taste,” he said, giving you a once-over that made your cheeks flush. “So, would you like an autograph? Or maybe a picture?”
You blinked, caught off guard. “Oh, I—well, I wouldn’t want to bother you.”
“Not a bother at all,” he said, and there was something warm and genuine in his voice. “Come on, let’s get a picture.”
He motioned for you to step closer, and you hesitated for just a moment before standing beside him. Your friends quickly pulled out their phones, snapping a few shots as Kiké wrapped an arm around your shoulders, his presence warm and friendly.
As the photos were taken, Kiké leaned in slightly, his voice low enough that only you could hear. “You know, I don’t usually come out and take pictures with fans after a game.”
“Oh?” you said, yourstomach doing a little flip.
“Yeah,” he said, a hint of mischief in his smile. “But for some reason, I couldn’t let this one pass me by.”
You felt your heart skip a beat. You glanced up at him, and your eyes met. Before you could respond, he reached into his back pocket, pulling out a ticket stub. “Here,” he said, scribbling something on the back. “This is my number. If you’re interested, maybe we could grab coffee sometime?”
Your friends were practically squealing in excitement behind you, but you managed to keep your composure as you took the ticket stub. “I… I’d like that,” you said, your voice soft, barely able to believe what was happening.
Kiké’s smile widened. “Great. Looking forward to it.”
With one last smile, he waved goodbye and walked back to the dugout, leaving you standing there with your heart racing and your friends practically exploding with excitement around you. You glanced down at the ticket stub in your hand, the scrawled phone number feeling like a small, surreal piece of a dream.
The next day, your heart was beating with both excitement and nerves, you sent him a quick text, half-wondering if he would even remember you. But within moments, your phone buzzed with his reply.
"Hey, it’s Kiké. Glad you texted. When are you free for that coffee?"
The two of you met a few days later at a cozy little café. Your conversation flowed easily, and you found yourself laughing more than you had in ages. Kiké was charming and easygoing, with a humor that kept you smiling.
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