Crisanto was still staring at him and Alfie doesn't know what to do. What were the options here? He looks away from the footballer and turns back to his hands. The photographer was saying something but Alfie couldn't hear it over the roaring sound of his beating heart. He was twenty three years old, he shouldn't be feeling like this. As Crisanto walked closer to him, Alfie gave himself a pep talk.
You've got this!
You're famous, loved and still pretty.
He's the fool who let you go.
He was the one who took away all your friends.
He never loved you.
The last one sobered him up completely. He raised his head high with pride. Crisanto was just someone from his past, someone who he didn't need any more. Someone he would get over soon.
"Crisanto I'm going to need you to seat.... Yes, good
