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What was up with this guy?

He asked me up here to talk, and so far he’d done anything but. He’d offered to cook, but I knew the only thing he drank on a regular basis was his smoothies. Something Carlo told me Alessandro drank on a regular basis.

“You sure you don’t want a drink?” he asked for the third time in the space of the fifteen minutes we’d been here.

“No. Why did you ask me here?”

I could tell I had touched a nerve as he sank down on the sofa. I looked around, realizing I’d never really sat in the living room, not like this....