By the time the afternoon sun began slanting across the training ground the next day, the team photos were finally wrapped up.
The boys drifted off in small groups, some heading toward their rooms, others stopping to talk to staff or grab a late lunch.
Leo had already peeled away from the crowd, walking toward the players' accommodation with his bag slung over one shoulder, when Marco called out to him.
"Leo. Hold on."
Leo slowed and turned as Marco stepped closer, brushing dust from his track pants.
"Before you disappear, Mr Piatelli asked to see you."
Leo nodded once. "Alright. I'll go now."
Instead of turning toward his building, he crossed the courtyard and followed the path that led to the administrative wing.
The place felt quieter than the rest of the complex as he wormed his way through the various corridors.
Eventually, he reached Piatelli's door and knocked.
A voice came from inside.
"Who is it?"
Leo pushed the door open slightly. "It's me."
