Nothing, just an inchident... on the race

It was already 8 a.m., and I had promised my best friend that I’d meet her at 8:45 to spend some time together. Letting out a sigh, I watched as my coffee filled the cup. Just then, the sound of footsteps caught my attention, and when I turned around, I saw Florian standing there, looking half-asleep.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight before shifting my focus back to my coffee. Within moments, Florian was beside me, slipping his arms around my waist and resting his head in the crook of my neck.

"Sorry if I woke you," I murmured, comforted by the familiar warmth of his embrace.

In his groggy morning voice, he mumbled, "Komm zurück ins Bett. " Come back to bed.

I simply laughed softly and shook my head. Before I could grab my coffee, Florian snatched the cup from the machine, holding it high above my reach as I tried to take it from him.

"Flo, quit acting like a child. I’m already running late to meet—"

Before I could finish my sentence, he pressed his lips against mine, effectively silencing me. I roll my eyes not allowing myself to fall for his trap and then playfully nipped at his lower lip, knowing exactly how much he liked it. As expected, he let his arm drop, giving me the perfect opportunity to reclaim my cup. I kissed him once more before pulling away, smirking as I said, "Thank you very much," and taking a sip of my freshly brewed coffee.

The sun was shining brightly over the packed stadium, the air buzzing with excitement as the crowd eagerly anticipated the start of the game. You sat in the VIP section, nervously fiddling with the jersey you wore—Florian's number boldly displayed on the back. The moment was almost surreal, watching your boyfriend, Florian Wirtz, prepare for another pivotal match. Today, Germany was playing against Switzerland, and the stakes were high.

Florian had given you the jersey that morning, a playful grin on his face as he pulled you close. "For good luck," he had said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I need you to be my lucky charm today."

Now, as you watched him from the stands, you could see the determination in his eyes, the way he moved with precision and purpose during the warm-up. Your heart swelled with pride and love, knowing how hard he had worked to get to this moment.

The whistle blew, signaling the start of the match. The game was intense right from the beginning, both teams displaying incredible skill and tenacity. You cheered loudly, your voice blending with the roar of the crowd as Florian made a brilliant pass that led to Germany's first goal. The excitement was contagious, and you found yourself on the edge of your seat, heart pounding with every play.

Half-time arrived with the score tied, and you took the opportunity to stretch your legs and grab a drink. As you made your way back to your seat, you noticed a familiar face making his way towards you—Florian's coach.

"Hey, Y/N," he greeted with a smile. "Florian wanted me to give you this."

He handed you a folded note, and you thanked him, your curiosity piqued. As you unfolded the paper, you couldn't help but smile at Florian's familiar handwriting.

"Meet me by the tunnel after the game. I've got a surprise for you."

Your heart raced with anticipation, and you spent the second half of the game trying to focus on the match while wondering what Florian had planned. Germany and Switzerland continued to battle fiercely, but in the final moments, Florian made a spectacular move, scoring the winning goal. The stadium erupted in cheers, and you jumped to your feet, screaming in joy and pride.

As the final whistle blew, the celebration began. The German team congratulated each other on the field, and you made your way down to the tunnel, your heart beating with excitement. You spotted Florian waiting for you, his face lighting up as he saw you approach.

"Hey, you," he said, pulling you into a tight hug. "Did you enjoy the game?"

"I loved it," you replied, beaming up at him. "You were incredible out there."

Florian grinned, his eyes twinkling with happiness. "Thanks. I have something for you." He reached into his bag and pulled out a small box, handing it to you with a nervous smile. "Open it."

You took the box, your hands trembling slightly as you lifted the lid. Inside was a delicate necklace with a small, intricately designed pendant in the shape of a football. Your breath caught in your throat as you looked up at Florian, tears of joy welling in your eyes.

"Florian, it's beautiful," you whispered, touched by the thoughtful gift.

He smiled, taking the necklace and fastening it around your neck. "I wanted you to have something special to remember today. You're my lucky charm, Y/N. I couldn't do any of this without you."

You threw your arms around him, hugging him tightly. "I'm so proud of you, Florian. I love you."

"I love you too," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Now, let's go celebrate. This win is for both of us."

The cheers echoed through the stadium as Germany celebrated a resounding 5-1 victory over Scotland in the Euro 2024 qualifier match. The atmosphere was electric, fans chanting and waving flags in triumph. Among the jubilant crowd was me, caught up in the excitement of witnessing such a thrilling game.

Florian Wirtz had been outstanding throughout the match, his skill and determination evident in every move he made on the field. His precise passes and strategic plays had contributed significantly to Germany's commanding win. As the final whistle blew, sealing their victory, the stadium erupted in applause and cheers.

After the game, I lingered in my seat, savoring the moment and reflecting on the incredible performance my eyes had just witnessed. As the crowd began to disperse, I noticed a group of fans gathering near the players' exit. Curious, I joined them, hoping to catch a glimpse of Florian.

Minutes later, the players emerged, greeted by cheers and applause from the remaining fans. Florian was among them, his face flushed with exertion and excitement. He signed autographs and posed for photos, his smile never fading despite the exhaustion from the game.

I waited patiently, heart pounding with anticipation. When it was finally my turn, I stepped forward, nerves and excitement intertwining. Florian looked up, his eyes meeting mine with a spark of recognition and warmth.

"Hallo," he greeted, his voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. "Hat Ihnen das Spiel gefallen?" Did you enjoy the game?

I nodded eagerly, unable to contain my smile. "Es war unglaublich! Du warst großartig da draußen." It was incredible! You were amazing out there.

Florian chuckled modestly, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair. "Ich danke Ihnen. Es ist immer schön, das von den Fans zu hören." Thank you. It's always great to hear that from the fans.

There was a brief pause as I gathered my thoughts, trying to find the right words. "Um, Könnte ich vielleicht ein Autogramm von Ihnen bekommen?" Um, could I maybe get your autograph?

I asked, feeling a bit shy but unable to resist the opportunity.

Florian grinned, reaching for a marker. "Natürlich." Of course.

As he signed my jersey, I couldn't help but steal glances at him, admiring his focused expression and the way his eyes crinkled slightly when he smiled. When he handed it back to he, his fingers brushed against mine, sending butterflies throughout my whole body.

"Ich danke Ihnen vielmals," Thank you so much

I managed to say, my voice betraying my excitement.

Florian flashed another smile, his eyes bright with satisfaction. "Kein Problem. Hey, möchtest du einen Kaffee trinken gehen oder so? Ich würde gerne mehr darüber erfahren, was du von dem Spiel gehalten hast." No problem. Hey, would you like to grab a coffee or something? I'd love to hear more about what you thought of the game.

My heart skipped a beat at the invitation. "Das würde mir gefallen," I'd love to.

I replied eagerly, feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect of spending more time with him.

"Großartig," Great.

Florian said, his smile widening. "Hier, ich gebe Ihnen meine Nummer." Here, I'll give you my number.

He quickly wrote his number on a piece of paper, handing it to you with a smile. "Vergessen Sie nicht, mir eine Nachricht zu schicken," Don't forget to message me.

He said, his eyes holding mine for a moment longer before he turned to greet the next fan in line.