Danilo
His assistant let me into the office without much hesitation. It wasn't like we were on bad terms after Milan but after our talk I had never felt more lost as well. It was the reason I went to Germany, it made me believe that maybe I could finally act like a man for once in my life. I had everything in order but I never knew how to commit, how to execute everything until the very end.
"Danilo," he smiled as he looked away from his computer, his hair braided back into one long plait, dressed in a black suit with black cowboy boots. Always business professional attire when he was at work, he had drilled that into us and by the way his eyes quickly scanned my outfit, I knew he was wondering what in the world was going on but chose to keep his opinion to himself. "What do I owe the visit?"
