Mr. Rossi opens up to me quicker than I expected. Maybe it’s quid pro quo after what I just did for him, or maybe he just got a good feeling about me. I’ll never know what exactly got him to let his guard down. All I know is that we somehow ended up talking about vacations.
This is my chance.
“I was just in Argentina,” I lie.
“Argentina is beautiful. My last vacation was in Colombia, and I was planning on visiting Argentina, but just never got around to it.”
Deep breath. Here I go.
I try to imagine I just discovered a long-lost twin and feign the corresponding surprise.
“No way! Where did you stay? My aunt and uncle own a hotel there.”
He’s too caught up in our conversation to notice the subtle change of color in my cheeks or how my breath has sped up.
“Palacio de descanso,” he say
