My eyes stayed glued to Kelvin as he sat across from Adrian, his small frame nearly swallowed by the oversized chair. His excitement was palpable—his little legs swung back and forth as he peppered Adrian with endless questions.
“What’s it like playing football on TV all the time?” Kelvin asked eagerly, leaning forward in his seat. “Is the field super big? And how do you throw the ball so far? I can’t even throw it past the fence at school!”
Adrian chuckled, his smile awkward but genuine. “It’s a lot of practice,” he said, his deep voice holding a hint of warmth. “You don’t just wake up one day and throw perfect passes. You work at it every day, and then it becomes second nature.”
Kelvin’s face lit up, clearly awestruck. “But you’re so good! Mom said you’re super famous and that everyon
