3.6 LOST CONTROL - TWOI open the garage door and see Mauro sweeping the entrance floor. «Good morning» I say coming up from behind him.
He turns, looks at me and yells: «Hello!»
I start and swerve him to the left, staring at him with an annoyed expression that seems to surprise him.
I turn towards the corridor and glance in the distance, looking for a blue reflection: nothing. Yesterday’s appointment sounded actually a bit vague, I think as the lift takes me to the eleventh floor. Maybe it was just a proposal thrown in just like this, to get over the embarrassment caused by the cramped environment. Even the cryptic phrase of her colleague seemed to point out to a sudden interruption of their attendance of the building, which would confirm that her words of the blue brightness were vague
