Coco Delicia was a nightclub that, from its facade, promised fun and sophistication, but a long line, almost stretching from one end of the block to the other, dampened the enthusiasm that had briefly illuminated my eyes.
"We'll spend the whole night in this line," I said, with my face pressed against the car window as my eyes slid down my face for a moment. "With luck, we'll get in by dawn."
Alessandro didn't say anything, and the car stopped right in front of the entrance, where two massive bouncers guarded the entrance to Coco Delicia.
I felt the urge to take Alessandro by the arm when I saw him approach those two immense human columns, which looked at him with suspicion, but he slipped out of my grip, and then I wanted to shout that we could try any other place, after all, we were i
