MARIO POV
I wonder who took the time this early to stop by this small photo studio, how could he come so early, interrupting my breakfast time.
While sipping hot chocolate and a piece of bread, I looked at the face that got off an antique car that had just straightened the parking lot of the latest super-luxury vehicle, the taste of delicious warm chocolate turned bland.
"How did he know I was here?" ah, I shook my head with a small smile, of course, he knows, he always has many ways of knowing where we are, me and Sofia, his daughter.
a woman in a shirt and a span skirt got off the driving seat. That woman is not a face I know, she is used to changing the woman who accompanies her, don't be surprised, you've known that for a long time, Mario.