The air outside the FIGC complex was still warm when Leo and the rest of the boys stepped out through the front gates.
The sky above Rome glowed in deep shades of orange, sitting low on the horizon with some part of it shaded indigo, pointing towards the day going to it's ended.
A light breeze drifted through the trees that lined the street, brushing at their clothes as they waited for the Uber Carlo had ordered.
Ruggeri nudged Ricci and Udogie, his grin wide.
"We've got competition," he said under his breath, tilting his chin toward Leo.
"Competition for what?" Udogie frowned, looking confused.
Ruggeri gestured at Leo again.
"Look at him, man. Tell me that's not clean."
Leo stood a few feet away, head lowered slightly as he scrolled on his phone.
He wore loose, baggy jeans that hung over a pair of crisp black-and-white New Balances, a white tee layered under a black and white flannel, and a simple bucket hat.
