"Thank you."
Leo said it without looking up, already sliding his phone back into his pocket as the barista nodded and called the next order.
He stepped to the side of the counter, giving space to the morning crowd filtering in.
Glory Café was already alive in that quiet weekday way.
Cups clinked.
A grinder whined while others laughed in ways that pointed to them having a better-than-usual start to their days.
And with the newfound recognition, it was like having a target on his back, though it wasn't that excessive.
Most people in Wigan had the common sense that, just like them, Leo was a normal human being, even if he was a very talented up-and-coming footballer.
So all he got were stares, a few waves and some slight small talk usually made up of greetings and what people expected from the team.
That was the Wigan way.
A quick look, a second glance to be sure, then back to their own business.
