JENNIFER
The loud music pulsating from the living room greeted me as I parked my scooter, clutching the freshly brewed mugs of coffee ordered by Luca. Typical of him, I thought, to throw one lavish party after another, especially with his father away. But as I stepped into the living room, it was surprisingly empty. Where were his usual throng of guests?
Just like a cue, Luca emerged from the inner door, clad in black shorts and a crisp white sleeveless t-shirt. His hair still glistened from a recent bath, and the air was heavy with the scent of his aftershave. His eyes locked onto me, and he casually picked up the remote control.
“Well, look who it is. You finally decided to show up,” he remarked, his voice laced with a mock surprise as he sank into the couch. "I was starting to think
