So... You watch football as well?"
Neymar smiles. "Yeah, all the time, man."
"Who's your team?"
"Santos."
Leo's rifles through his mind, trying to recall whether he's heard of a club called Santos.
"Um- is that European, or-"
Neymar looks offended. "You don't know Santos? Of course it's not European. 'S Brazilian."
"Ah. I don't really watch all that much to be honest, I just play."
Neymar beams proudly. "Best club in the world."
Leo doubts that that's true, but he's not one to insult people's football teams, so he lets it slide.
"So you're Brazilian, then?"
"Sim."*
"I'm from Argentina."
Neymar smirks. "Yeah I know."
Leo starts. "What? How?"
"Dude, I've known your grandma for like, 9 years now. Also, it's pretty easy to tell by your accent."
"Oh."
Neymar glances at him coyly. "You know we're better than you, right?"
"Huh?"
"You know, in football- we dominate.