The evening after the day of the election which made headlines, and had people even from other countries talking about it, was hell for Vittorio.
In a couple of hours, his best friend would be celebrating his birthday.
The new president of Italy was going to be present too because it was equally his birthday.
They had all been given the entire day off official work.
But because he didn't know what else to do, he decided to work on his personal stuff.
He sat at his small work station in his room, staring blankly at his laptop screen.
There was no getting any work done when he couldn't even think straight.
Aurora had been around for almost a week now, and she was still avoiding him.
He didn't know why. She wouldn't even give him the opportunity to ask why.
Still deep in his thoughts, the door opened.
He didn't hear because he was too distracted.
"You were not at lunch. Elisa is pissed," Salvatore said, walking to his desk.
He blinked multiple times, and looked up. "What?"
