Pitch of Hearts

ELEVEN.

The next morning, the sun cast a warm glow over the training ground as Dominik, Nikola, and Trent prepared for another session. The crisp air echoed with the sounds of cleats against the grass and the banter of teammates gearing up for the day's drills.

Trent, with a mischievous glint in his eye, couldn't resist teasing Dominik about the events of the previous night. "So, Dom, how's the memory holding up from the club?"

Nikola joined in, a grin playing on his face. "I heard you were too focused on Milica to even remember the name of the girl you were talking to."

Dominik, his laughter echoing across the field, playfully rolled his eyes. "Come on, guys. It's not like that. I was just enjoying the night."

Trent nudged Dominik, a sly smile on his face. "Enjoying the night, or just too distracted by a certain someone?"

Dominik, catching on to the playful banter, retorted, "Maybe a bit of both. Milica has this way of stealing the spotlight, you know?"

Nikola chuckled, "Looks like our Dom is head over heels."

Trent, pretending to be scandalized, gasped, "I knew it! Our man Dom is smitten."

Dominik, unable to contain his laughter, decided to play along. "Alright, alright. Guilty as charged. Milica has a way of making everything else fade into the background."

The banter continued as the teammates lightheartedly teased Dominik about his fondness for Milica. Despite the teasing, it was evident that the camaraderie between them went beyond the surface. They shared a bond forged not only on the field but also through the nuances of friendship and the unspoken understanding of each other's personal lives.

As they prepared for the training session, Dominik, still smiling, couldn't help but express his love language—physical touch. He grabbed Trent and Nikola's arms, playfully shaking them as they laughed together.

Trent, pretending to be offended, exclaimed, "Watch out, Dom! No need to show your love by trying to dislocate our shoulders."

Dominik, his eyes sparkling with good-natured humor, reassured them, "Just spreading the love, my friends. Just spreading the love."

The banter continued as they delved into the training drills, their laughter and camaraderie setting the tone for the day. The training ground, with its shared moments and the echoes of friendly banter, became a testament to the enduring bonds that went beyond the game they played together. And as they chased after the ball, their footsteps creating patterns on the field, the threads of connection continued to weave a story of friendship, love, and the beautiful dance of life. Little did they know that the game of hearts, with its twists and turns, had only just begun.