Restaurant
It's 4am o'clock in the morning. It's hard to adjust here in Milan. I get used to no one exercising much during these times in the Philippines, but I was shocked when there were so many of them, some of them had dogs with them.
Breathlessly I stop and looked out a glass window at my side. There was a very nice tuxido. It is completely black and the design near the hem of it is white and gray.
"How much is that? It's beautiful," nothing in my mind I mentioned and later I just dismissed it in my mind. I took my cellphone out of my pocket and typed Christopher's contact number in there.
A few minutes later, I called Mr. Christopher. He immediately pick it up while me is still looking at the tuxido in front of me.
"Yes? Do you need anything?"
"I only need 'one' body guard. No, assistant. He's supposed to take care of me here in Milan." I really emphasized 'one' because maybe it was like yesterday's.
Mr. Christopher laugh on the other line.