Leo's abuela tells them to be careful about twenty times more and finally leaves the pitch, leaving Neymar and Leo alone in the place.
Neymar picks up his bag, hooking it over one shoulder. "Right! You ready to go, then?"
Leo rolls his eyes. "You don't actually think you're coming with me, do you? I can get home by myself, thanks."
Neymar's eyes widen. "No way, dude! You can't do that shit, I gotta come, I told the old lady I would, didn't I?"
"She'll never know, come on, just go."
Neymar shakes his head firmly and grabs Leo's arm tightly, pulling him along.
Great, Leo thinks, now I'm gonna be stuck with this moron alone for half an hour.