Lisa Graham
Hugo made an incoming call to someone. I sat next to him, holding back my anxiety and fear. He held my hand tightly, as if telling me to calm down and leave everything to him.
Hugo has always been reliable in every situation. The first time I met him was when we were both invited to a private party hosted by an actress. I was standing alone, admiring the city lights at night while sipping a glass of wine. Suddenly, I felt someone standing beside me, and when I turned around, the man smiled and introduced himself as Hugo.
We got to know each other and talked all night. After the party ended, I walked towards the car that was waiting for me. Suddenly, he approached me and asked me to meet him at his friend’s newly opened restaurant in a few days. I didn’t answer right away and
