Leo notices that the other guy is (objectively) attractive, with black hair and tanned skin over lean muscles and an angelic smile. He feels the need to instantly like him.
"Hey, I'm Rafinha, you did pretty good out there today, man. You play for a club back home?"
He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. "Oh, yeah, I pla-"
Neymar interrupts. "Yeah, duh. You know what this means, right?"
Leo stares at him blankly. "What?"