Zachary felt at ease as he steered his R8 GT through the streets of Trondheim towards Lerkendal Stadion the following afternoon. He was on his way from his apartment in Stjørdalsveien to partake in the pre-match conditioning routine for the game between Rosenborg and Molde scheduled for later that evening.
A faint smile outlined his face, softening his features as he savored the feeling of the fresh breeze circulating through the car from the outside. It blew against his face, bringing with it the freshness of late autumn. He felt like he was living in a dream.
Nice car, steady income, and professional football in Europe—he already had it all despite being only eighteen. He was in a good mood that day—a sentiment compounded by finally being able to start another home game in Rosenborg's colors.
