“Manuel!” Thomas Muller yelled from the other side of the lockeroom. “Remember that pretty little crush of yours?” He always had a thing for embarrassing the world known gaoler.
Manuel sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as their team mates began to wolf-whistle. “For the last time Tom, she’s not my crush. I just saw her amongst a bunch of other people in the stadium and thought she was pretty. End of story”
Grabbing their sponsored bottles and redbulls, the German team headed out to the blue corridor in a single line.
“Well, you might want to adjust yourself properly before heading out” Thomas added, a suspicious grin playing on his lips. “She’s in the first row, my friend. Wouldn’t want your boner to be featured on a ton of magazine covers”
Manoel rolled his eyes at Thomas’ assumption but couldn’t help but feel nervous. Maybe Thomas made that up? That question was soon wiped away from his thoughts as his eyes landed on you. You was wearing the exact same thing as the other fans around, but stood out big time.
Sitting next to Lahm, Neuer thought of a way to try to impress you again. Last time he had epically saved three penalties. But this time he needed something more.
The camera started to point at him, and his face was on the big screen. That’s when an idea popped into his head. Looking away from the camera, he lifted his shirt up, as his defined chest peeked from underneath and quickly pulled it back down.
All the ladies whistled and cheered, you in particular. After the game had ended, he skipped the celebratory selfies in the lockeroom and headed out to finally meet you.
There you were, only a few feet away from him. Puffing his chest out, he strolled toward you. “Hello, uh, I’m Manuel”
“Uh, hi” You stuttered, barely looking him in the eye. “I kind of know who you are, actually. I’m Y/N”
“Nice to meet you, Y/N, do you fancy going out for a beer?”
“Oh wow, uh, sure meet you tonight?”
