What are the changes?
Does he feel he needs certain things to perform at his best?
Next, I have the theme of nerves and mental toughness.
Does he get nervous?
Does he do anything to lessen the nerves?
Is he bothered by nerves, or do they work as a trigger for his concentration?
Which brings me to the following theme: focus.
What does he need to focus on?
Does it come naturally, or does he have to do something specific to get in the zone?
I also have the themes of sleep, injuries, motivation, confidence, and team dynamics.
I’ve tried to adjust the assignment to fit him as a football player, but since I originally planned an athlete doing individual sports, some of my questions may be a little off.
When I bring this up, Sebastian lets me know he’ll let me know if the questions don’t align well with a team sport.
We decide we will start with the first interview on Thursday, which is two days away.
That gives me some time to work on my questions and observe him at a few more practices before we begin.
When we’re all done with the work-related stuff, I feel uncertain about what I should do.
Should I leave?
He invited me here to discuss work, and now we’ve done that.
I should probably leave him for the evening.
It’s still quite early; the sun is just setting outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a striking glow over London.
Our days here thus far have been cloudy and grey, so the beautiful sunset grabs my attention.
Just as I’m about to open my mouth and announce my departure, Sebastian beats me to it.
“Should we put on a movie?”
I relax back into the sofa, feeling those stupid butterflies flying away once again.
It’s just a movie, Lily. It’s not like he invited you to have a make-out session.
Now, that would be amazing.
“Yeah, sure. What do you like to watch?” I want to watch a romantic movie, or maybe an action movie, but of course, Sebastian has other ideas.
“We should watch the newest Conjuring movie, I’ve heard great things,” he says, oblivious to my fright of horror movies.
I’d rather watch a true crime documentary—don’t ask me why, events that have happened are less frightening than the ones made up in a movie.
It just is.
“Hell no, Sebastian. I don’t want to watch a horror movie,” I tell him, making him smirk at me.
