"Hey Luciano," I picked up the call, trying so hard to hide my excitement. I thought he'd never call. "I was just about to call you, guess we think alike."

"Hello Massimo." His voice sounded straight and courteous, I felt he was not in a good mood or maybe it was me.

Did he still hate me? I didn't do anything bad. I love him.

"I've been thinking about you throughout today. You don't sound so well, are you good?"

"Oh yes I am, thank you."

I felt like he was shutting me out. Luciano was hardly ever like this when we were younger.

"Or do you need a massage?...