The rain had just begun to patter against the glass walls of the Sofitel in downtown Frankfurt when Lukas stepped into the private conference room, his father Javi at his side.
It was Saturday morning, a day before the game at Union, but for now his attention was for the contract with Puma.
Marco was already there, seated comfortably with a leather folder in front of him, his usual calm confidence radiating through the table. Across from them sat Lena, the Puma representative who had been handling negotiations from the brand's side.
The long mahogany table was neatly arranged — a stack of contracts at the center, fountain pens laid across the top, glasses of still water waiting untouched.
Lena rose as Lukas entered, extending her hand with a warm smile.
"Lukas. First of all, congratulations. That performance against Fenerbahçe… my phone didn't stop buzzing. 16 years old, first time starting on the wing in Europe, and you looked like you'd been there your whole life."
