Luca signed the documents with quick, precise strokes, barely looking up as he moved his pen across the required spaces. Once he was done, he handed the folder back to me along with his own copy of it. I took it carefully, flipping to the page where my signature was needed. Using the same pen, I signed my name in the designated spots. The pen felt cold in my hand. Imagine signing something so important, something that would bind me to him, yet it felt so casual in the moment, like I was buying a house or signing a normal business deal.
I handed his pen back, and without a word, he clicked it shut and dropped it into a cup of pens on his desk. He didn’t even look at me, already turning his attention back to the folder he’d been working on earlier. It was like I wasn’t even there anymore. A
