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It became a tradition, even a ritual between them. Her sitting to watch training, him going to say hi at the end. Her running away because she had to leave.

Until the fifth time they talked.

On that day, they exchanged more about training--Joyce wanted to know something about tactics that she had observed--, and then, she said words that Corentin never thought he would hear.

“Are you busy right know or could we grab a coffee?"

“Yes, sure!” he said, trying not to sound too excited, and Joyce smiled.

There was a coffee near the training ground, so they decided to go there.

They both ordered some coffee before choosing a remote table--Corentin did not consider himself as famous, but he did not want people to recognize him.

“So, how is it like to play for a club like Lyon? I mean, is it different from the youth team.”

Corentin stared at her, surprised.

“You followed me while I was in the youth team?”

“A little,” she nodded.

“Wow. I didn't know that I had...supporters behind me. You were probably the only one. I'm not counting my family.”

“I was there. In the dark,” she smiled, and he smiled back. “I guess I would have stayed in the dark if you hadn't talked to me for the first time.”

Hearing those words was indescribable for Corentin. He felt like his heart was going to come out of his body. He was proud of himself, because for once, he really had done something good.

Little did he know that he would bitterly regret this decision.