The morning sun poured through the windows, casting warm golden beams across Mateo's room.
He woke early — far earlier than he needed to.
His heart was racing slightly, the same way it had before his debut match.
Only this time, it wasn't a game waiting for him.
It was her.
Klara.
He spent way too long choosing what to wear.
Casual, but not careless.Cool, but not trying too hard.
After changing outfits three times, he finally settled on jeans, a simple black T-shirt, and a clean jacket.
He looked at himself in the mirror, ran a nervous hand through his dark hair, and sighed.
"Relax," he told his reflection.
"It's just Klara... and she's already your fan."
Still, his stomach fluttered uncontrollably.
By the time he arrived at Marienplatz Mall, the plaza was bustling.
Tourists, families, students — everyone enjoying the Saturday sunshine.
Mateo checked his watch:11:57 AM.
He was early.Of course he was.
Then, through the crowd, he saw her.
Klara.
She wore a simple white blouse tucked into light blue jeans, her blonde hair loose around her shoulders.
She was waving at him with a bright, genuine smile.
And somehow — despite all the people, the noise, the chaos —she was all he could see.
"Hi!" she greeted him, slightly out of breath from jogging to meet him.
"Hey," he said, smiling wide despite himself.
For a moment, they just stood there, awkward and thrilled at once.
"So..." Klara said, teasing, "What's the plan, superstar?"
Mateo chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I thought... maybe we could just walk around, eat something, maybe look at some shops?"He hesitated."Unless you had something cooler in mind."
Klara laughed.
"Walking around sounds perfect. As long as you're not planning on doing soccer tricks in the middle of the mall."
Mateo laughed too, relaxing.
"Promise. Today, I'm just a normal guy."
They wandered through the mall, chatting about everything and nothing.
Klara told him about her dreams of becoming a sports journalist.
Mateo admitted he still felt weird when people recognized him.
They argued — playfully — about who was better: Messi or Iniesta.
At one point, they passed a small arcade.
Klara's eyes lit up mischievously.
"Challenge you to air hockey?" she grinned.
Mateo raised an eyebrow.
"You're on."
The game was fierce.
Klara was surprisingly quick, and Mateo — competitive to his core — took it way too seriously.
They laughed, shouted, teased each other endlessly.
In the end, Klara narrowly won, raising her hands in triumph.
"I beat Bayern Munich's new star!" she declared, loud enough for passersby to turn their heads.
Mateo buried his face in his hands, groaning in mock despair.
"You'll never let me live this down, will you?"
Klara winked.
"Never."
Afterward, they grabbed ice cream and found a quiet spot outside, sitting on a low wall in the sun.
For a while, they just enjoyed the moment —eating, talking, sharing dreams.
At one point, Klara grew a little more serious.
"I meant it, you know," she said, swirling her spoon in her ice cream.
"You're incredible out there.But you're also... just a really good person.I hope you never lose that."
Mateo looked at her, heart hammering again for a different reason.
"I won't," he said quietly.
"Not as long as I have people like you around."
Their eyes met —a spark leaping silently between them.
Neither spoke for a few seconds.
They didn't need to.
It wasn't a grand, dramatic moment.
No fireworks.
No music swelling.
Just two teenagers,two dreams,two hearts quietly finding each other under the Munich sky.
And in that simple afternoon, between ice cream, laughter, and soft promises,Mateo González Schwarz realized something new:
There were many kinds of victories in life.
And today —he had just won another.