Marcello

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When we drive back home, Elsa's mood has changed. She doesn't talk throughout the drive. She looks engraved in her thoughts. I don't bother her though.

I go directly to my office to check on some important things I had promised myself to check on before the day ends.

I hardly manage to concentrate though. I am so destructed by the lovely lady I had dinner with tonight.

Now that I was alone, anticipation flooded my veins like the rush of a drug. As much as I wanted to wait, I couldn’t.

I need to see her. Now.

Closing my Mac, I thereafter leave my office. The house...