Leo kept staring at the card, turning it between his fingers like the answer might appear if he just held it long enough.
Ezra finally leaned forward, curiosity beating patience.
"Oi, what's that, then?" he asked, pushing off the couch and walking over.
Jake followed, slower but just as nosy, craning his neck.
They both peered down at the card in Leo's hand.
The name was printed neatly across the middle in black font: Noah Sarin.
Ezra squinted. "Doesn't ring a bell."
Jake shook his head, too. "Come on, Ezra, nothing ever rings a bell to you but true, though I have never heard of him."
Ezra wanted to interject, but found himself forgetting the words he wanted to say.
Jake, seeing Ezra short of words, smirked before looking back at Leo.
"You know this guy?" Jake asked.
Leo hesitated for a second before giving a small nod. "He… contacted me. After the last game."
That earned a low whistle from Ezra. "What, like agent stuff?"
"Something like that."
