Slowly but surely, the time wound down as more and more football players and famous personalities appeared, but the one whom everyone had their eyes on seemed to be running late.
"It might rain before he gets here," one of the cameramen said after he felt a tap of water on his wrist.
A fellow beside him nodded, before glancing in the direction that almost all of the people seemed to arrive from, but before he could fully settle on what he was glancing at, a ruckus began from the side as cameras lifted higher and people scrambled to the front.
"Laisse-moi passer." (Give me way)
"Il est ici!"(He's Here)
"Get a good picture"
"Izan, per favore guarda qui!"(Izan please look here!)
Voices overlapped as someone even shouted his name wrong, then again louder, hoping volume would fix it.
Izan stepped out of the car and paused, not for the cameras, but because Olivia had lightly caught his sleeve, straightening it once.
