The conversation with Willian hadn't gone as Lucas had hoped. He imagined that by apologizing, things might improve between them and flow smoothly, but all he got was more indifference. It irritated him deeply.
He finally turned and walked towards the changing room. On the way, he bumped into Arthur and Raphael, who were waiting for him near the entrance. They both noticed his closed expression and exchanged a quick glance before speaking.
"So? How was it?" asked Raphael, crossing his arms.
Lucas sighed, shaking his head. "It was terrible. He doesn't care about anything I said."
Arthur put a hand on his shoulder. "It's no surprise. That's just the way Willian is. He's the selfish type, focused on what's best for him. But maybe with time, things will change."
"I don't know..." Lucas muttered, still frustrated. "If he carries on like this, how are we going to build a united team? We've had enough tension between the two groups."