By the time the trio entered the conference room, the surroundings had been rearranged for the evening.
The long rows of meeting tables were gone, replaced by round tables spread across the room and a buffet that stretched almost the length of one wall.
Steam rose from trays of food.
Pasta. Risotto. Roasted meats.
Things Leo recognised immediately and things he couldn't name but intended to try anyway.
Beside it was a separate table carrying desserts and another drinks, and the room itself was already alive.
All around, groups of players stood talking in clusters while others had claimed tables and were halfway through plates of food with laughter and snippets of conversation floating around.
As Leo stepped inside, he slowed a bit, eyes searching like a kid at an amusement park, and this was mostly because of the people in the room.
A few metres away stood Leonardo Bonucci, deep in conversation with two members of staff.
