I step outside and find Stefano standing beside his car. I walk over to him determined to have a serious discussion about his behavior earlier.
“Good, you are done with him; now get into the car,” Stefano says opening the car door for me.
“What was the meaning of what you just did?” I say, ignoring his words to get in the car.
“I was trying to protect you.”
“Protect me, from what? A good friend.”
“He is not who you think he is.”
“How do you even know him?”
“How I know him does not matter; all that matters is I don’t trust him, and I believe he is dangerous.”
“This is the same thing you said the first time I was meeting him, and now you interrupt my lunch based on this useless belief you have of him.”
“It’s not a useless belief I have done my research, I wil
