Sebastian Gallo's expression shifted. It was a mix of recognition and surprise.
He nodded once. "Salvatore."
"I didn't think you were still here. I thought you'd moved south," said Salvatore.
Gallo just smiled. "Time has flown by, Salvatore. You've grown so much. Even when I worked with your uncle, I never saw you."
"Well, I never got in touch with anyone unless it was to kill people. You definitely never met me through him."
As they caught up a bit, Felix cleared his throat quietly and glanced at Salvatore's shirt.
Salvatore looked down. The white fabric was dark with sweat across his chest and shoulders. He had come straight from the yard without thinking about it.
"My bad. I was working," Salvatore said. "I didn't have time to change."
Gallo waved it off as if he didn't care.
Salvatore then moved to the sofa and sat down, gesturing for them to do the same.
Felix took the chair on the left. Gallo sat across from Salvatore carefully.
