Carlo stretched his legs out onto the stool and let the highlights of the game they had just watched replay in the background.
"You guys were lucky, by the way," he said, pointing at the screen as if the winning goal needed further analysis.
"Blackpool switched off at the last minute. That's all."
"Well, the game isn't done yet until the referee's whistle goes," Leo said as he got up from the couch he had fallen back into.
"Still," Carlo muttered, scrunching up his face like the goal Wigan had scored wasn't supposed to count, while Leo slipped on his jacket.
"I'm not entertaining you."
Carlo snorted. "Coward."
Leo zipped the jacket halfway and headed toward the door.
"You're leaving already?"
"Yeah."
Carlo nodded before picking up his phone and then turning towards Leo.
"Okay. Gianna's coming over later anyway."
Leo paused.
"From Italy?"
The surprise in his tone came naturally as she had never struck him as the type to drop everything for a spontaneous trip.
