Upstairs, the view opened completely.
The harbor stretched behind them, Monaco rising in layers up the hillside, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow over everything. The water below reflected the sky in shifting colors, moving gently beneath the yacht.
Lukas leaned lightly against the railing, his hands resting on the cool metal as he looked out.
Musiala joined him a moment later, standing beside him without saying anything at first.
They stayed like that for a few seconds, just looking out over the water.
Then Musiala spoke.
"So… I'll ask you one last time."
Lukas didn't look at him immediately, but the corner of his mouth lifted slightly.
"Yeah?"
"You sure you don't want to come to Bayern?" Musiala said, his tone casual, but direct.
That made Lukas turn.
He looked at him for a second, then shook his head, a quiet smile forming.
"I knew something was up when you invited me."
Musiala laughed immediately, shaking his head. "I had to try."
