"Match tomorrow. Three o'clock at the Gewiss Stadium. Thought I'd invite you but figured I should check if you're free."
There was a pause on the other end before Sophia sighed softly.
"I wish I could. I'm in Milan right now—meetings all weekend."
"Milan? What for?"
"Nike. We're finalizing a partnership deal for a sportswear line. It's been in the works for months and we're at the critical stage—contracts, design approvals, marketing strategy. Back-to-back meetings tomorrow and Sunday."
"That's huge. Congratulations."
"Thanks. I'm really sorry I can't be there though."
"Don't worry about it. It's just opening day, and I probably won't even play."
"Still. Send me a message after, okay? I want to know how it went."
"I will."
"Good luck, Demien."
"Thanks, Soph."
The call ended and Demien set his phone down, then returned to finishing his pasta. Luca was already heading toward his room, phone in hand.
"I'm going to bed," Luca called out. "Big day tomorrow."
"Yeah. Night."
