At La Tuscana

But as the adrenaline of victory began to fade, Kenny felt a sudden, sharp pain in his head. His vision blurred, and the world seemed to spin around him. Concerned teammates Tony and Uncle Simon rushed to his side, leading him towards the changing room for some much-needed rest.

Headmaster Thompson followed closely behind, his brow furrowed with concern. Inside the changing room, Kenny sat with his head in his hands, trying to make sense of the strange sensation that gripped him.

"Kenny, what's wrong?" Uncle Simon asked, his voice filled with worry.

Kenny hesitated, unsure of how to explain his sudden bout of dizziness to everyone.

Headmaster Thomson and Emma hovered nearby, their faces etched with worry. Emma's gentle touch on Kenny's shoulder offered comfort, her eyes filled with concern for her friend's well-being. Headmaster Thomson, a stern but caring figure, ordered a medical examination to be carried out immediately.

Uncle Simon, knelt beside Kenny, concern etched into his weathered face. "You did us proud out there, Kenny," he said, his voice gruff with emotion. "But your health comes first."

Tony, with a mischievous grin and boundless energy, fetched a cool cloth for Kenny's forehead, hoping to ease his discomfort. The team's camaraderie was a source of strength, wrapping around Kenny like a warm embrace.

Through the haze of pain, Kenny's mind drifted back to the moments before the final goal, when he had glimpsed the path to victory with startling clarity.

As the doctor arrived, a soothing presence in his crisp white coat, Kenny lay back on the bench, allowing himself to be examined. The doctor's gentle touch and reassuring words helped to ease Kenny's anxiety, his expertise a beacon of hope in the storm of uncertainty.

After a thorough examination, the doctor delivered his diagnosis with a grave expression. "Kenny," he began, his voice soft but firm, "what you're experiencing is just a tension headache due to overthinking and stress, you need to take rest and relax or try to divert your thoughts Kenny."

Kenny realized during the football game he had used his ability too many times. It gave him an edge on the field, but it also left him with a splitting headache by the end of the game.

Headmaster Thomson stood in the changing room, staring out of the window with a furrowed brow. He had just received a call from Miss Julia, so he made his way back to his office.

After a few minutes, Kenny's headache settled. So Uncle Simon decided to give a dinner party for the first game win to divert from stress. "How about we go out for dinner tonight?." Uncle Simon asked, "Just you, me, and a couple of your friends."

Kenny's eyes lit up at the suggestion. A distraction was exactly what he needed right now. "That sounds great, Uncle Simon, thank you."

Uncle Simon invited Kenny's closest friends, Tony and Emma, for a delightful dinner at a famous Italian restaurant, "La Tuscana."

Later that evening, Uncle Simon arrived with Kenny at La Tuscana where Tony and Emma were already waiting in front of the restaurant.

As they entered the restaurant La Tuscana, the aroma of garlic and tomatoes filled their nostrils, making their stomachs rumble in anticipation. They settled into a corner table by the large window, the soft glow of streetlights casting a warm ambiance over the room. The menus were handed out, and soon they were placing their orders, their mouths watering at the thought of the delicious food that awaited them.

Uncle Simon, Kenny, Tony, and Emma scanned the menu filled with tantalizing Italian dishes. Uncle Simon, with his mischievous grin, suggested they start with an antipasto platter featuring an assortment of cured meats, cheeses, olives, and roasted vegetables.

As they waited for their order to arrive, the conversation flowed effortlessly. After a few minutes, the antipasto platter came.

As they savored the flavors of the antipasto, Tony entertained them with his hilarious anecdotes, causing bursts of laughter to echo throughout the restaurant. Emma shared stories of her latest adventures. Uncle Simon regaled them with tales of his travels, transporting them to distant lands with his words.

Meanwhile, Kenny sat quietly, lost in thought. Suddenly, a curious idea sparked in his mind. So he focused on what was to come. In his mind's eye, he saw Uncle Simon reaching for the salt shaker, Emma laughing at a particularly funny joke, Tony sipping his water with a mischievous glint in his eye. And then, the vision vanished as quickly as it had come.

He opened his eyes to find Uncle Simon indeed reaching for the salt shaker, Emma in the midst of a fit of giggles, and Tony shooting him a knowing look.

Intrigued, Kenny decided to push the boundaries of his power. He closed his eyes once more, this time focusing on events further into the future. But try as he might, he could only catch glimpses of what lay ahead, no more than a minute into the future.

Frustrated but also a little relieved, Kenny opened his eyes to see his friends and uncle Simon engrossed in their own conversation. He shook his head, wondering at the limits of his power.

As the main course arrived, a delectable spread of creamy risotto, tender meatballs, and homemade pasta tossed in rich tomato sauce. The friends dug in with gusto. The flavors exploded on their taste buds, eliciting muffled groans of delight from the diners.

With each passing moment, Kenny's realization grew stronger. His power to see into the future was a gift, albeit a limited one.

As the night drew to a close, the friends lingered over espresso and tiramisu, the sweetness of the dessert serving as a perfect finale to a memorable night. With contented smiles on their faces, they bid farewell to the restaurant, their hearts full of warmth and their stomachs full of delicious Italian fare.

Just as they were finishing up their meal, Uncle Simon's phone rang. A frown creased his brow as he answered the call, his voice growing serious as he listened intently. The others fell silent, sensing that something important was happening.