"What do we do now?"
Davis took out his phone, slightly anxious as he scrolled through his contacts, "It's already after midnight, and I don't seem to have any friends in the United Kingdom; it's too late to call anyone in Portugal."
Ma'el tossed a few of his clothes onto the sofa and sat down, feeling the rising tension.
He was usually too busy, always fully focused on matches and training, paying little attention to other aspects of life, which he generally left to team members.
On top of that, the recent Golden Boy Award ceremony and a series of events with the Football Record magazine had messed with his mind, and he genuinely forgot that he had to manage these things himself during this time.
What to do?
He picked up his own phone, and for some reason, the first person that came to mind was Isabella, who worked in the fashion industry.
She should have a solution?
"Isabella."
