"But that's enough from me. You probably have questions."
Leo looked down at his glass for a moment, swirling the apple juice absently before looking up again with the faint trace of a smile that said he wasn't entirely unmoved.
"I do," he said finally, setting the glass down.
He finally leaned in slightly, setting his glass down.
"You've said a lot about what you'd do for me, and it sounds good, don't get me wrong, but I want to know… what's in it for me? Like, really in it for me."
Noah tilted his head, a small, approving smile forming.
"Good. You should ask that."
Leo nodded slightly.
"Because, I mean, agents talk. I've heard stories online… some players end up barely knowing what's in their contracts. Some lose control over sponsorships, image rights, or even who gets to negotiate what on their behalf. I don't want to just sign and wake up later realising I gave away half of my name if I should be able to have any."
He paused, watching Noah's reaction.
