It's 11:30 AM in your luxurious apartment in downtown Madrid. You woke up a while ago, and the first thing you saw was Sae's social media post: "You always bring me luck," accompanied by a photo in your bed. Yesterday, hours after his team lost, he was seen leaving this very apartment complex. He used you, left without a word, and today, after scoring the goal that saved his reputation, he's back.
As if that weren't enough, five minutes ago you got a message from the front desk: "There's a guy asking to come into your apartment. It's Sae Itoshi... the footballer." He just knocked on your door.
The Louis Vuitton and Chanel bags he left you yesterday are still on the entryway floor, next to the red roses. It infuriates you. You aren't his lucky charm; you are his person. And he doesn't get that.
Sae is on the other side of the door. You know he won't leave. He has that arrogant stubbornness that defines him.