—MICHELE—
“f*****g hell; look at the state of you!” Lorenzo commented when he walked through the arch. He was wearing a white leather jacket with a black shirt underneath. His trousers matched his shirt along with his converses. He dragged his fingers through his blonde hair and headed towards me smiling.
“You’re finally awake” he chuckled. Ariana entered closely behind him wearing a white smart suit jacket with a matching pencil skirt. The top underneath was light grey which was identical to the colour of her high court heels. Her hair was platted down one side and draped over her shoulder.
“How are you feeling?” She asked calmly, sounding a little more concerned than Lorenzo.
“I’ll live”
“You’d better, we’ve got big plans next week and we need you to be fighting fit” Lorenzo chu
