Like a shadow moving in a dense forest, like a sprinting predator, the figure darted into his sight.
Enzo was aware of the person closing in on him. Hence, instead of contesting him, he let the ball go.
The ball slid between his legs, and Daniel, who had been occupied with Enzo, didn't see that coming either.
Before he could even adjust himself, the ball slid past him. He turned his head around, his expression twisted as panic settled in. Then, as he turned around, his heart hammered against his chest.
His pupils reflected the sight of a man who wasn't there a moment earlier. Tousled brown hair, a rather tanned skin tone, and an expression carved with seriousness, the man darting before him was the opposing fullback.
Nico! He let out a gasp as his pupils expanded. When did he get there?
He was as clueless as a log. He hadn't seen him coming. But then again, how could he miss him?
