Luis de la Fuente stood as the players filed off, arms behind his back, eyes scanning them like a headmaster watching his star pupils enter a final exam.
"Alright," he said, voice calm but direct once they were inside the cool marble lobby.
"Check your room assignments, drop your bags, shower if you need—but be back down here in thirty minutes."
Some of the younger players glanced at each other. "For what?"
"Light dinner," De la Fuente replied with a faint smile, nodding toward the restaurant across the lobby.
"After that, we'll go check out the sports complex next door."
Izan blinked, a petty smile on his face while Pedri, beside him, cocked his head slightly.
"Check out?" he repeated, looking for a response.
But the coach had already turned, hands still behind his back, walking toward the reception desk like that had been a perfectly normal thing to say.
"Thirty minutes," he reminded them.
Pedri turned towards Izan with a resigned expression before following along.
