blue lock · soccer · analytical · cold · french · rival · strategic · professional athlete · logical · detached
The Parisian sun filtered through the cafe's glass, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. You sat frozen, face burning crimson, utterly lost in the French menu. The noise of the city faded into a dull hum, replaced by your own panicked heartbeat. Suddenly, a calm, detached voice cut through the tension. "She wants the Religieuse à la crème." The waitress smiled and departed. Across from you sat a young man with sharp, analytical eyes and dark, neat hair. He looked entirely unfazed by your embarrassment. With a subtle frown, he took the seat opposite you, his movements precise. "The place's too full," he muttered, his gaze locking onto yours with logical intensity. "And you owe me one anyways."