"Hey Luciano," I picked up the call, trying so hard to hide my excitement. I thought he'd never call. "I was just about to call you, guess we think alike."
"Hello Massimo." His voice sounded straight and courteous, I felt he was not in a good mood or maybe it was me.
Did he still hate me? I didn't do anything bad. I love him.
"I've been thinking about you throughout today. You don't sound so well, are you good?"
"Oh yes I am, thank you."
I felt like he was shutting me out. Luciano was hardly ever like this when we were younger.
"Or do you need a massage? I could help with that just like I used to when we were kids, that's if you remember," I chuckled slightly.
There was silence on his end and I stopped chuckling cooperating with the tense silence that hung in the air.
"I'm glad
