We haven't spoken a single word, and yet I feel like we've already said it all.
I see his broad shoulders as he walks through the crowd toward the stage, his bodyguard falling into step beside him, pushing back the people who jump at him. I watch the show and a small part of me smiles at the fact that I saw the real Ettore, not this one. At least I hope so, my ever-present doubts returning.
Before I can finish watching her take to the makeshift stage, Haddie has firmly grabbed me by the arm and is pulling me unceremoniously off the dance floor. My resistance is futile as she drags me down the hallway, past the line of bathrooms, and toward a small alcove near the exit. She turns me towards her, an incredulous look on her face.
— Oh, you are hurting me! — I grab her by pulling my arm, no
