"We are just watching the Ballon d'Or ceremony, not the UCL final," a guy of average build and height said as he opened the door and entered the apartment sideways, balancing a pizza box on one hand and taking his coat off with the other.
"Wait," he said, stopping just inside the frame, while squinting at a notification he had just gotten on his phone.
"Did I miss it, or did Izan just win the Kopa again?"
No one answered him straight away.
It was just two hands that reached for the box while another pair helped slide it off his palm entirely.
"He did," someone said as the first guy stood still.
"That makes it his second."
The guy frowned as he finally sat, still standing halfway like his body hadn't caught up yet.
"You can do that?"
One of his friends, now devouring the pizza, just shrugged.
"Apparently, you can."
