"Leo?" Sofia's voice came, threaded with surprise.
"Yeah, it's me." He walked briskly toward the outer gate, tucking his chin low. "Where are you?"
"We're still here. Parking lot. Mia wouldn't stop talking about the game, so we haven't left yet."
A laugh escaped him. "That sounds about right."
"You coming over?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Okay. Just… don't get mobbed on the way."
"Working on it," Leo replied, tugging his hood over his head and pulling it forward until most of his face was shadowed.
The adrenaline of the match had faded, replaced now by the odd, buzzing tension of slipping unseen among the very people chanting his number an hour earlier.
He threaded through the thinning clusters of fans, nodding once when someone glanced his way but not enough to spark recognition.
The parking lot opened in front of him, cars blinking headlights as they reversed out, voices still crackling with leftover excitement.
It didn't take long to spot them.
