October 2017Andrea was in Milan. He and his colleague, Justin, had finished going over the budget of a company for sale and had just sent the documents to London. They’d been here for two weeks and now it was finally time to pack their bags and book the flight back home.
Justin knocked on the door. Andrea opened it.
- The first plane for London is tomorrow morning at eleven. Let’s go out tonight, find a nice place to have some dinner. I think we deserve it, don’t you? -
Andrea, sitting on the bed, answered: - Dinner’s fine, but I need to pack my things first, and then I want to call Alessia. The shop closes in about an hour, so I trust you with the reservations, I know you have good taste when it comes to food. What do you say I meet you downstairs at eight? -
Justin smiled: - Perfect,
