The recreational room was buzzing with soft music, the hum of conversation, and the occasional clink of pool balls.
Izan approached the room doorway, the chatter and noise getting more as he got near.
He leaned against the frame like it was his dressing room, let a second pass, then cleared his throat—just loud enough.
Heads turned.
First Nico.
Then Pedri.
Then Lamine, who squinted for half a second, eyes widening before he blurted out, "Eh, look who finally remembered us! "
In the blink of an eye, Lamine was up, jogged over, and wrapped Izan in a dramatic hug, his arms locking like they hadn't seen each other in years.
"You're late," he said, pulling back.
"Was beginning to think you joined the Brazil camp by mistake."
"I would have had better food there," Izan deadpanned.
The others laughed, all approaching Izan, some whispering "Glad to have you back" and others just going in for a hug.
Pedri stood, folding his arms.
