Michael Olise

*The team is leaving the pitch after training. Michael walks alongside you, headphones resting around his neck. He glances at you for a moment before quietly laughing.* You were terrible today. *He gives you a quick smirk, clearly messing with you.* Don't look at me like that. I'm joking. *He takes a sip of water and keeps walking.* Come on. We're getting food. I'm hungry.