The morning after Málaga's historic 3-2 victory over Barcelona at Camp Nou, Adriano Riveiro woke up to a world that had changed overnight. His phone buzzed incessantly with notifications—messages from friends, family, and fans, as well as countless media alerts.
Social media was ablaze with clips of his two stunning goals and the pinpoint assist that had dismantled Barcelona's defense. Headlines hailed him as the "New Star of La Liga," and his name was trending across platforms. The weight of his newfound fame pressed down on him as he scrolled through the endless stream of praise, criticism, and speculation.
Adriano, still groggy from the celebrations the night before, sat on the edge of his hotel bed, trying to process it all. He had always dreamed of making an impact, but this level of attention was overwhelming. His teammates had teased him mercilessly during the post-match celebrations, calling him "Camp Nou's King" and "The Tomato King" (a playful nod to the upcoming Tomatina festival). But now, as he sat alone in his hotel room, the reality of his newfound fame began to sink in. He was no longer just Adriano Riveiro, the young footballer from a small town in Portugal. He was Adriano Riveiro, the rising star of La Liga.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. It was Samuel García, his young teammate and closest friend in the squad. "Hey, superstar! You ready for the festival? The guys are waiting downstairs."
Adriano smiled, grateful for the distraction. "Yeah, give me a minute. I'll be right down."
The Málaga squad had decided to stay an extra day in Barcelona to experience the famous Tomatina festival, an annual event in the nearby town of Buñol where thousands of people gathered to throw tomatoes at each other in a massive, messy food fight. It was a chance for the players to unwind and bond after their grueling match. Adriano quickly threw on some old clothes, knowing they would be ruined by the end of the day, and joined his teammates in the lobby.
As the team arrived in Buñol, the atmosphere was electric. The streets were packed with people dressed in old clothes, ready to be drenched in tomato pulp. Trucks loaded with ripe tomatoes rolled through the town, and the air was filled with laughter and excitement.
Adriano and his teammates joined the fray, laughing and dodging flying tomatoes as they hurled their own. For a few hours, they were just a group of friends having fun, far removed from the pressures of professional football.
But amidst the chaos, Adriano found himself separated from the group. The crowd was thick, and the constant barrage of tomatoes made it difficult to see or hear anything clearly. He wandered through the streets, trying to find his teammates, when something caught his eye.
A few meters away, a young woman was trying to ask for directions. She looked to be around Adriano's age, with dark hair, cute face and a nervous expression. She was speaking in English, but the locals she was addressing seemed more interested in her than in helping her. They exchanged glances and began guiding her toward a quieter, more secluded alley.
Adriano's instincts kicked in. He had seen enough to know that the situation didn't feel right. Without hesitation, he strode over, his tall frame cutting through the crowd. He grabbed the woman's arm gently but firmly and pulled her away from the group.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" one of the men demanded in Spanish, his tone aggressive.
Adriano fixed him with a steely gaze. "I've already called the cops. If you want to stick around, I'd be more than happy to give you a beating before they get here."
The men hesitated, clearly not expecting such a confident response. After a tense moment, they muttered something under their breath and walked away.
The woman, visibly shaken, looked up at Adriano with wide eyes. "Thank you," she said in accented English. "I… I didn't know what to do."
Adriano smiled reassuringly. "It's okay. You're safe now. Where are you staying?"
"At the Hotel Arts Barcelona," she replied, still catching her breath.
"That's not far from here. I'll walk you back."
As they made their way through the festival, Adriano shielded the woman from the worst of the tomato onslaught, using his jacket to block stray projectiles. Despite the chaos, they managed to strike up a conversation.
"I'm Hailee, by the way," she said, brushing tomato pulp from her hair. "Hailee Steinfeld. I'm from the States."
"Adriano Riveiro," he replied. "I play for Málaga CF."
Hailee's eyes lit up with recognition. "Wait, you're the guy who scored those amazing goals against Barcelona yesterday! I saw the highlights on TV. You were incredible!"
Adriano chuckled, a little embarrassed. "Thanks. It was a team effort, though."
"Don't sell yourself short," Hailee said, smiling. "You were the star."
As they walked, Adriano couldn't help but notice how effortlessly charming Hailee was. She had a warmth and openness that made her easy to talk to, and her laughter was infectious. Despite the tomato-stained chaos around them, he found himself enjoying her company.
"So, what brings you to Buñol?" Adriano asked, curious about her story.
"I'm here for work, actually," Hailee replied. "I'm an actress. We're filming a movie in Málaga, and I thought it would be fun to check out the festival while I was in the area. But I didn't realize how overwhelming it would be."
Adriano nodded. "Yeah, it's definitely intense. But it's also a lot of fun once you get into it. You just have to be careful, especially if you're alone."
Hailee smiled. "I'll remember that next time. Thanks again for stepping in. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't shown up."
Right then , a bunch of tomatoes were hurled towards them by some random kids. Adriano instinctively put his arm around Hailee and shielded her . Hailee also hugged him unknowingly, feeling safe in his arms. Their eyes met and they stared at each other for a few moments.
Then Adriano awkwardly let go and said , " Sorry if that was a bit forward."
Hailee also came to her senses and blushed. She shyly replied, " It's alright. It seems you keep saving me."
"It was nothing," Adriano said modestly. "I couldn't just stand by and do nothing."
They continued to chat as they walked, sharing bits and pieces of their lives. Hailee told him about growing up in California and how she had always dreamed of becoming an actress. Adriano shared stories about his childhood in Portugal and how he had worked tirelessly to make it as a professional footballer.
When they reached the Hotel Arts Barcelona, Hailee turned to Adriano, her expression grateful but shy. "Thank you again for helping me. I don't know what would've happened if you hadn't shown up."
"It was nothing," Adriano said, brushing it off. "Just be careful next time, okay?"
Hailee nodded, then hesitated. "I know this might sound forward, but… are you free tomorrow? I'd love to take you to dinner as a thank-you."
Adriano shook his head apologetically. "I'm heading back to Málaga tomorrow. The season's just started, and I need to get back to training."
Hailee's face fell for a moment, but then she brightened. "Actually, I'm going to Málaga too! I'm filming a movie there. Maybe we can meet up?"
Adriano smiled. "That sounds great. Here, let me give you my number."
They exchanged contact information, and Hailee waved as she disappeared into the hotel. Adriano stood there for a moment, a strange feeling in his chest. He hadn't expected the day to take such an unexpected turn.
As Hailee entered the hotel lobby, she was met by a stern-looking woman in her fifties. "Hailee! Where have you been? Do you have any idea how worried I was?"
"I'm sorry, Ms. Carter," Hailee said, her tone apologetic. "I got caught up in the festival and lost track of time."
Ms. Carter, her director and mentor, sighed. "You're a rising star, Hailee. You can't afford to be careless. The press would have a field day if something happened to you."
Hailee nodded, chastened but still smiling. "I know. But I met someone amazing today. He saved me from a really bad situation."
Ms. Carter raised an eyebrow. "Who?"
"His name's Adriano . He's a footballer here. You should've seen him, Ms. Carter. He was so brave and kind enough to escort me here."
Ms. Carter's expression softened. "Well, I'm glad you're safe. But let's keep this between us, okay? The last thing we need is gossip about you and some footballer."
Hailee nodded, but her mind was already elsewhere. She couldn't wait to see Adriano again. The thought put a smile on her face as Ms. Carter shook her head while muttering something about, "Teenagers and hormones."
As Adriano made his way back to the festival to find his teammates, he couldn't stop thinking about Hailee. There was something about her—her warmth, her smile, her beauty—that had left an impression on him. He didn't know what the future held, but he was looking forward to finding out.
The next day, as he boarded the train to Málaga, Adriano received a text from Hailee.
Hailee:Hey, it's Hailee. Just wanted to say thanks again for yesterday. Let me know when you're free in Málaga!
Adriano smiled and typed a reply.
Adriano: No problem. I'll let you know. Looking forward to it.
As the train pulled away from the station, Adriano felt a sense of excitement. The season was just beginning, and so was a new chapter in his life. He couldn't help but wonder where this unexpected connection with Hailee would lead. For now, he was content to let the story unfold, one day at a time.
A couple of days after their chance encounter at the Tomatina festival, Adriano and Hailee finally met up for dinner in Málaga. Adriano had chosen a cozy seaside restaurant, tucked away from the bustling city center. The place was known for its fresh seafood and intimate ambiance, with soft lighting and the gentle sound of waves crashing against the shore. It was the perfect setting for what felt like the beginning of something special.
Hailee arrived a few minutes early, dressed casually in a light summer dress that swayed with the ocean breeze. Her hair was loose, catching the golden hues of the setting sun, and she carried herself with an effortless grace that made Adriano's breath catch for a moment. He was waiting at the entrance, dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark jeans, his usual understated style. When he saw her, his face lit up with a warm smile.
"You look amazing," he said, his voice soft but sincere as he greeted her.
Hailee smiled back, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself."
They were quickly seated at a table overlooking the Mediterranean, the view of the endless sea stretching out before them. The restaurant was quiet, with only the murmur of other diners and the occasional clink of glasses filling the air. It felt like they were in their own little world.
The conversation flowed easily from the start. They talked about their lives, their dreams, and their shared love for their respective crafts. Hailee spoke about her journey as an actress, from her early roles to her upcoming projects. Adriano listened intently, fascinated by her passion and determination.
"It's not easy, you know?" Hailee said, twirling her fork in her pasta. "There's so much pressure to be perfect all the time. But I love what I do, so it's worth it."
Adriano nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "I get that. Football's the same way. One bad game, and everyone's ready to write you off. But when you're out there on the pitch, and everything clicks… there's no feeling like it."
Hailee smiled, her gaze softening. "I can imagine. I saw your match against Barcelona. You were incredible."
Adriano chuckled, a little embarrassed. "Thanks. But it's not just me. It's the team. We're all in it together."
Hailee leaned forward slightly, her elbows resting on the table. "You're humble. I like that. A lot of people in your position would be bragging nonstop."
Adriano shrugged, his smile turning sheepish. "I've always believed that actions speak louder than words. I'd rather let my game do the talking."
Hailee's eyes sparkled with admiration. "That's a rare quality. I think that's why people are drawn to you—not just because of your talent, but because of who you are."
Adriano felt a warmth spread through him at her words. He wasn't used to such direct praise, especially from someone like Hailee. "You're pretty incredible yourself," he said, his voice low. "I mean, you're out here filming movies, traveling the world, and still finding time to be… well, you."
Hailee laughed softly, the sound like music to his ears. "You make it sound like I'm some kind of superhero. Trust me, I'm just trying to figure things out, like everyone else."
"Maybe," Adriano said, his tone playful. "But you're doing a pretty good job of it."
They continued to talk, the conversation shifting to lighter topics. Hailee told Adriano about her love for travel and how she had always wanted to visit Spain. Adriano, in turn, shared stories about growing up in Portugal and his journey to becoming a professional footballer. They laughed over childhood anecdotes and bonded over their shared experiences of chasing their dreams.
After dinner, they decided to take a walk along the beach. The night was warm, and the moon cast a soft glow over the water. They kicked off their shoes and walked barefoot along the shore, the cool sand squishing between their toes. The sound of the waves provided a soothing backdrop to their conversation.
At one point, Hailee turned to Adriano, her expression playful but curious. "So, Adriano Riveiro, star footballer… do you have a girlfriend?"
Adriano raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. "Why? Are you offering?"
Hailee's cheeks turned a shade of pink, and she looked away, trying to hide her smile. "I was just asking!"
Adriano laughed, enjoying her reaction. "No, I don't have a girlfriend. Football keeps me pretty busy."
Hailee nodded, her smile lingering. "I get that. My career doesn't leave much room for relationships either."
They walked in comfortable silence for a while, the sound of the waves filling the air. There was an unspoken understanding between them, a connection that went beyond friendship. Neither of them wanted to rush it, but they both felt it—something more was blossoming.
As they reached a quieter part of the beach, Hailee stopped and turned to face Adriano. "You know," she began, her voice soft but steady, "I've never met anyone like you. You're kind, talented, and… different."
Adriano looked at her, his heart pounding. "I could say the same about you."
For a moment, they just stood there, the moonlight casting a silvery glow over them. The air between them felt charged, and Adriano found himself leaning in slightly, his eyes searching hers. Hailee's breath hitched, but she didn't pull away.
"Adriano," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the waves.
"Hailee," he replied, his voice equally soft. "I don't know what this is, but… I like it."
She smiled, her eyes shining. "Me too."
They stood there for what felt like an eternity, the world around them fading away. Finally, Adriano reached out and gently took her hand, intertwining their fingers. "Let's take it one step at a time," he said. "No pressure, no expectations. Just… see where this goes."
Hailee nodded, her smile widening. "I'd like that."
The next day, Adriano was back at the Ciudad de Málaga training complex, fully focused on the upcoming match against Mallorca. The team was riding high after their victory over Barcelona, but Pellegrini was quick to remind them not to get complacent.
"Mallorca may not be Barcelona, but they're a solid team," Pellegrini said during the pre-match briefing. "We need to stay disciplined and stick to our game plan. Adriano, I want you to control the midfield and create chances. Let's keep this momentum going."
Adriano nodded, his determination evident. He had invited Hailee to the match, and he wanted to put on a good show.
The Match: Málaga vs. Mallorca
The match against Mallorca was held at La Rosaleda, Málaga's home ground, and the stadium was packed long before kickoff. The fans were loud, waving flags and chanting songs that echoed through the night air. Adriano's name was on many of their lips, and every time he appeared on the big screen during warmups, the cheers grew louder. In the VIP section, Hailee sat quietly, focused on the pitch, her hands clasped together as the players took their positions.
From the opening whistle, Málaga came out aggressive. Their intent was clear—they were going to take control early. The midfield pressed high, the full-backs pushed forward, and the passing was crisp and purposeful. Adriano dropped deep to receive the ball, dictating the tempo with calm authority. Every time he touched the ball, the crowd responded, urging him forward.
Mallorca struggled to keep up in the early minutes. They sat deep, absorbing pressure, trying to deny space in the final third. But Málaga kept probing. In the 23rd minute, the breakthrough came.
Adriano picked up the ball just inside the opponent's half. He paused, looked up, and spotted Joaquín making a run between the center-backs. With a quick step forward, Adriano delivered a perfect curling cross from the right side. The ball floated over the defenders and dropped just in front of Joaquín, who timed his leap perfectly. He met it with his forehead, directing it low into the bottom corner of the net.
1-0.
The stadium erupted. Fans jumped to their feet, waving scarves and clapping as the players celebrated. Adriano turned to the sidelines and pointed up toward the VIP section. Hailee saw him immediately and stood, waving back, a proud smile spreading across her face.
After the goal, Mallorca tried to respond. They pushed higher, looking for gaps. For a while, they managed to win possession and held the ball in Málaga's half, but they couldn't create clear chances. Málaga's backline was sharp, intercepting crosses and staying compact. In midfield, Adriano continued to cover ground, offering himself for passes and helping his team play out of pressure.
As the match wore on, the intensity didn't drop. Every touch felt important, and the crowd responded to every tackle, every switch of play. Mallorca started showing signs of fatigue midway through the second half. Their press weakened, and space began to open.
In the 67th minute, Adriano struck again.
He received a short pass from Camacho near the edge of the final third, facing two defenders. With a quick shift to his right, he slipped between them, using close control to keep the ball tight. As he approached the box, he looked up once and let fly with his right foot. The shot was clean—powerful and precise. It rose sharply, bending slightly before smashing into the top corner of the net.
2-0.
For a moment, the crowd was stunned by the sheer quality of the goal. Then La Rosaleda erupted. Fans roared, scarves flew into the air, and the noise was deafening. Adriano was swarmed by his teammates near the corner flag. Even the substitutes on the bench were on their feet.
In the VIP section, Hailee stood and clapped, beaming with pride. Cameras caught her reaction, and her smile flashed across the stadium screen.
The remaining minutes of the match played out with Málaga in control. They managed possession, slowed the tempo, and saw the game out professionally. Mallorca had no answer. When the final whistle blew, the crowd gave the players a standing ovation.
It had been a dominant performance—controlled, confident, and decisive. Adriano had once again delivered, leading the team with vision, energy, and end product.
After the match, Adriano joined Pellegrini for the post-match press conference. The room was packed with journalists, all eager to hear from the young star.
"Adriano, another incredible performance," one reporter began. "How does it feel to be making such an impact so early in your career?"
Adriano smiled, his confidence evident. "It feels amazing, but I know this is just the beginning. I'm here to learn, to grow, and to help my team succeed. We've got a long season ahead, and I'm just getting started."
Pellegrini nodded in agreement. "Adriano has been a revelation for us. His work ethic, his talent, and his humility make him a special player. We're lucky to have him."
The questions continued, but Adriano handled them with ease. He was no longer the shy, uncertain trialist. He was a star, and he was ready to shine.
As the press conference ended, Adriano made his way to the VIP section to meet Hailee. She was waiting for him, her eyes sparkling with admiration.
"You were amazing out there," she said, her voice filled with genuine excitement.
Adriano grinned. "Thanks. I'm glad you could make it."
They walked out of the stadium together, the cool night air a welcome relief after the intensity of the match. As they strolled through the streets of Málaga, they talked about the game, their careers, and their dreams.
At one point, Hailee turned to Adriano, her expression serious but hopeful. "You know, I've never met anyone like you. You're kind, talented, and… different."
Adriano looked at her, his heart pounding. "I could say the same about you."
They stopped walking, standing face to face under the glow of a street lamp. For a moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them.
"Adriano," Hailee began, her voice soft but steady. "I know we've only just met, but… I feel like there's something special here. Something worth exploring."
Adriano nodded, his smile warm and genuine. "I feel it too."
As they stood there, the connection between them grew stronger. It was more than just friendship—it was the beginning of something beautiful.