Stupid little boy
Ivo looked around the living room, looking for a way to put as much distance between himself and Kuroda as he could. Another second and he was sure his hands would start shaking too much for him to hold on to the tray. He was already holding it with two hands, instead of balancing it on his open palm like Maria Rita expected him to.
His panicked eyes fell on Juju and Lili, standing outside on the terrace, close enough to the windows to see him.
Juju waved him over. Ivo waited for Maria Rita's exasperated nod to make his excuses out of the circle of guests around the sofas and walk out the glass doors into the terrace.
The evening breeze cooled down his feverish skin, made him feel less on the edge of a screaming panic attack.
Juju took one look at his face and chuckled darkly. "Let me guess, Kuroda is up to his usual psycho shit."
"Fuck you," Ivo said, shaping the words lovingly, glad there was no one around to hear him. "You have no fucking idea--"