“Welcome my lady Danielle and Mr. Ferrer...Welcome!”
Danielle Gustilo and Roger Ferrer sat in their respective places saying nothing to my greeting. The waiter approached us to take our orders. I sensed their aloofness to me and I changed my strategy, for them to catch my bait. I kept my silence, looking at them squarely. They noticed the situation that Roger started to talk about.
The couple were adamant to act accordingly with a lot of fire in their own gestures. Roger spoke first to pacify the situation, while his wife, Danielle, was very different about her actions in front of me. “Marco Fernando, we’re glad to see you again.”
“Me too, but it seems that your wife’s...,” my words trailing deep inside my throat, but, Roger asked forgiveness for his wife's attitude. It seemed that the
