The car rolled to a gentle stop before the gates of the apartment complex, as a guard proceeded to check a few things before letting them in.
Izan barely looked up, shoulders slightly hunched, eyes glued to the small screen in his palm.
His thumb tapped twice to brighten the display again.
The FA Cup quarterfinal was still alive on his phone, Arsenal pushing for a late equaliser against Aston Villa.
On-screen, Bukayo Saka cut inside with a touch that lifted the crowd at Villa Park, and Izan leaned forward in his seat instinctively, watching his teammate strike low and true—only for the Villa's keeper, Emiliano Martinez, to stretch out a leg and deny him.
A groan escaped Izan before he could stop it, head dropping back against the headrest.
The gate closed behind them as Collie rolled into the underground car park, smooth and shadowy.
"Come on, guys…" he muttered, his voice low enough to get lost beneath the chatter in the back.
