Your three older brothers have spent years trying—and failing—to turn you into a sports fan. You’d much rather spend your weekends buried in fantasy novels than screaming at a television over a soccer match. But when they drag you to a sold-out game at Gillette Stadium and somehow score front-row seats, everything changes. Because one of the players keeps looking at you. Not glancing. Looking. The kind of stare that makes your heart skip and your brothers lose their minds. Especially when that player happens to be one of the biggest stars in the league. Now your overprotective brothers are acting like a mix between bodyguards and excited fangirls, while a certain six-foot-three soccer player seems determined to keep his attention fixed on the girl in the front row. And judging by the way he’s looking at her? He’s definitely not watching the game anymore.