In my analysis, I noticed that he was wearing a pair of dirty boots, and over his jeans and white shirt, a protective apron. A pair of gloves was sticking out of one of the pockets. That looked pretty good on him, to tell the truth. He kept a disheveled air, yes, but it was cool the way his black hair was tousled. Kind of like he'd been asleep and had just woken up to face the world and...
Already. The point was:
“You ride, too," I pointed out.
“Really? How did you guess? “he replied sarcastically, not taking his eyes off the phone.
I raised an eyebrow.
“Sarcasm is your life, isn't it?
“There's nothing else to breathe for," he assured me, looking falsely cheerful.
Well, sarcasm was fun.
“Okay, you know Domus better than I do," I sighed. Do you know where I can find an instructor? I
