"We're here," the player liaison said as the black SUV rolled to a stop in front of the Four Seasons Hotel Philadelphia at Comcast Centre, its sleek exterior catching reflections of the city lights.
Inside, Izan sat up from where he'd been leaning against the window, headsets almost falling from his lap as he glanced outside.
The car door opened, and the Arsenal media liaison stepped out, circling around to the boot, before taking out Izan's luggage.
"The other guys must be getting an earful for yesterday's game," he said politely as Izan nodded, slipping out of the vehicle.
The air was cool but heavy with city sounds, the hum of traffic, a faint shout from down the street, the rhythmic beat of afternoon life transitioning to the nightlife.
As they started toward the entrance, the liaison filled him in on a few things, minor details about the team's stay, the training times, media schedules, and the match logistics for their final group game against Real Madrid.
