Thursday, June 22, 2023
Demien's Hotel Room — Kings Cross
7:00 AM
The alarm went off at seven and Demien's eyes opened immediately while nervous energy sat in his chest before his feet touched the floor.
Liverpool. Two PM. Jürgen Klopp.
He showered and dressed in casual clothes because the meeting wasn't until the afternoon, and by seven-thirty he was forcing down room service breakfast—eggs, toast, fruit, coffee—while his appetite fought against the nerves.
His phone buzzed with overnight messages and he opened them one by one.
De Roon: Good luck with whatever's happening today. You'll make the right choice.
Sophia: Thinking of you. You've got this. Te amo.
Luca: Kill it today fratello. Call me after if you want to talk.
He responded briefly to each—thanks, appreciate it, will do—without engaging in extended conversations.
