[Football] 1874

Fleur Garbo had wondered why they had met, coming up with all kinds of scientific and unscientific explanations. Cristiano thought the idea was strange. "Don't you feel lucky to have met me?"

Fleur knew he meant something else, so she could only fall silent. One old-fashioned streetlamp after another stretched behind her, forming a straight line that would never fade. Lights blazed in the distance; mountains rose high and waters stretched wide. All she could see were those dark eyes slowly lifting amid the depths of late autumn, seven parts teasing, two parts serious, and half a part hesitant.

"Very lucky," she replied, then lowered her head. She had lied.

*

The pairing is with a CEO. The ending is undecided, and there's no guarantee it'll be sweet.