While the slightly over-the-top dinner went on, Spalletti caught Leo's eye from across the dining room.
The manager nodded towards the player before beckoning him outside with the wave of his index and middle finger.
Seeing this, Leo excused himself from his table and followed him out through the dining room doors into the Coverciano night, which was cool and still.
They walked a short distance before finding one of the benches that sat along the edge of the complex's main walkway and settling onto it.
Spalletti looked at the dark outline of the training pitch for a moment before turning to Leo.
"How did it feel?"
Leo looked at him.
"How did it feel to be..."
"Your debut," Spalletti said, a small smile arriving. "How did it feel?"
Leo nodded, before answering shortly.
"It was good."
"Good?" Spalletti questioned.
"I played well," he said as he fiddled with the now empty carton of another juice box that Moise Kean had gotten for him after he finished his first and second.
