"It's just like you said," Izan said, finally looking at Miranda, who just smirked matter-of-factly.
"They came and they came big!"
.....
[Previously, on the Flas-, I mean God Of Football]
The day before the Club World Cup final, Izan arrived at the hotel where Miranda, Komi, Hori, and Olivia were staying.
The lobby was bustling with the usual hum of chatter and rolling luggage, but he spotted Miranda immediately.
She was leaning against the railing of the mezzanine, phone in hand, her posture poised but impatient.
"Izan," she said, tilting her head as he approached.
"Come with me."
He followed her through the lobby, the weight of curiosity pressing heavier than his overnight bag.
"Where's Komi?" he asked quietly as they turned towards an elevator.
"At the spa," Miranda replied disinterestedly.
"With Olivia and Hori. They thought they deserved some quiet before tomorrow."
Izan let out a small chuckle.
"Makes sense," he said.
