Going out was a hassle, and neither of us had the energy to deal with crowds, so we settled on the next best option—invading someone else's room.
Specifically, Silvano's.
Because there was no way I was letting him step foot into mine.
I value my privacy.
And my secrets.
And my snacks.
But upon stepping inside, I noticed that his room was too clean like no one actually lives here clean.
"What should we use as a material?" he asked, already looking like he was mentally building ten different masterpieces.
"What was the theme again?" I replied instead, sprawled across his sofa like I paid rent there, clutching a throw pillow like emotional support.
"Eternal cycle of nature," he said, brows furrowing as he looked at me like I was the weakest link in this partnership.
"Oh, that one," I said, standing up abruptly. The pillow fell to the floor, abandoned. "So what comes to your mind when you think about it?"
