"I'm so full!" Valentina groaned as she stepped out of the car.
"Pizza made you full?"
"Yeah, Salva. Shocking, I know, but pizza is actually heavy food."
"Right." He bobbed his head.
She laughed as they made their way into Neravalle.
"Do you want to go straight to the photography room or your room?" Salvatore asked.
"Uhmm–" she turned to him. "The photography room."
"Alright."
He took her there, and opened the door for her.
"I haven't been here in a very long time."
She walked straight to the desk.
"Elio should be here. He knows how to control these things better," Salvatore said as he placed her camera bag on the desk.
"No please. He can't stand me now and I don't need awkward energy breathing down my neck."
"Hates you? Pssstt! He doesn't hate you. He just hasn't learnt how to separate emotions yet. For all his growth, he is still so young and immature. Anyway, I'll get a guard to stand by the door just in case you need anything. His name is Manuel, okay?"
