Not your regular

Izan stepped out of the car, taking a moment to appreciate the fresh breeze that brushed against him.

He expressed his gratitude to the driver for the ride, and with a swift nod, the driver departed.

The Cuidad del Futbol was the same Izan had seen in the pictures. It looked modern but still had a traditional touch to it.

Izan stood there for a few minutes while looking around until someone came. "Sorry, Mr. Hernandez, for keeping you waiting,", an older man said.

"Oh, it's okay; it's only been a few minutes since I arrived here and I'm no Mister", Izan said with a smile as he tried to make the conversation more comfortable for himself since having an older person call you formally just didn't feel right to him.

"Okay then, Izan, My name is Joaquin and I'm the team's travel manager. I hope your journey here was comfortable, " Joaquin asked Izan, who was taking his hands out of his pockets.