"You look tired." Alexa brushed the back of her hand against Santino's cheek. A warm and gentle treatment. "Is something wrong?"
This she sat at the far left of the guest couch, which was hardly ever used in the office except for the lazy Shis, who used to take her "middle naps" there. Santino was next to her, putting her arm around him.
"It's nothing," he murmured, trying to emulate a slightly more serene expression. He tasted the last of the homemade pancakes she had made for him. "Just a stressful season for the stock buying and selling. Nothing that cannot be backed up"
Despite the affirming expression of confidence reflected on her, she still sensed her meager mortification for him.
Santino couldn't quite fake the insecurity of her words either. That was the reason that kept him a
