RAVEN:
Taking a deep breath, I get to my feet. Then, I walk to the door, facing the man. Carefully, I pick my steps, imagining we are really on stage.
I catwalk towards him, my heels clinking on the floor with each step I take. Then, I stop in front of the table, giving him a strut and a wink.
His mouth is ajar for a few seconds before he blinks.
“That was…” He starts clapping before he finishes. “Perfect.”
I take a deep breath, planting a smile.
“Thank you, Mr. Miller.” I give him a bow.
“You are going to do great. I knew this the moment you walked in that night at Dante’s coronation.”
I examine his face carefully as he says this. Then my mind rewinds to that night. He is one out of the two friends Dante introduced me to.
“Call me Romeo,” he says.
Of course, he is Romeo. Hassan
