Giovanni Moretti
The service station loomed ahead, a mundane oasis of fluorescent lights and cheap coffee. As Alessandro pulled into a parking spot, I felt the familiar weight of eyes on us. Even here, we couldn't escape notice.
"Ready for your close-up?" I asked Alessia, only half-joking.
She took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders. "As I'll ever be," she replied, her voice steady despite the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes.
As we stepped out of the car, the cool night air carried the faint scent of petrol and stale coffee. I placed my hand on the small of Alessia's back, guiding her towards the entrance. The warmth of her body beneath my palm was a stark contrast to the chill around us.
"Remember," I whispered as we approached the doors, "every move we make is part of the perf
