Soccer
"Wait!"
You huffed and puffed. 'I have never been a good runner…'
You had to reach the team before they got to the field. You had to wish him luck.
"Antonio!"
He stopped and turned to you with a smile.
"Mi princesa! Que haces aqui?"
He mistook your blush by a sign of fatigue.
"Good luck, Antonio!"
"Gracias, princesa~"
"By the way…?"
"Si, princesa?"
"If you get hurt, I'll kill you."
But he took it as a joke, and left for the game.