Micah's eyes twinkled.
"Okay, last one before I hand it over to the fans — I want you both to pick a celebrity whose number you've got in your contacts. And we'll see who's got the best connection."
"Alright, easy," Saka said, pulling out his phone and swiping through his contacts.
"I've got Drake. Pretty sure that tops everyone."
Micah whistled. "I mean, that's a flex. You win for now."
Saka shrugged, looking pleased with himself.
"Not bad for a London boy."
"Okay, okay, your turn, Izan," Micah said, looking at him expectantly.
Izan hesitated, pulling out his phone and swiping through his contacts.
"Man, this is a tough one. I've got Jude Bellingham — we're good friends... but then I also have LeBron James, who gave me his number after that match in LA."
(Sunshine Lebron)
The room went quiet for a moment as everyone waited.
"Come on, Izan," Micah teased, "you're not about to pick Bellingham over LeBron, are you?"
