Izan and Olivia walked hand in hand along the touchline, the noise of the crowd still swelling and breaking like waves around them, but a bit reduced now as most of the fans started streaking towards the exit.
A sort of last chant before they got out of the stadium.
The stadium lights caught her hair as she laughed softly, her free hand brushing at the confetti that clung to his sleeve.
They didn't speak much.
Just two silhouettes moving through the afterglow of something monumental.
But then, predictably, Hori's voice broke through the calm.
"Alright, alright, lovebirds," she called, grinning from a few paces behind them.
"You can do all that when we get back to London, yeah?"
Olivia's cheeks went scarlet while Izan only smirked before leaning down and kissing her forehead, a quiet, easy gesture that still somehow drew a roar from the nearby fans who caught it.
"Go on," he said gently, nudging her toward the others.
