Alexandra

Johnny's car stopped in front of Emanuele's building. Pained, the girl leaned on her broken nose, still bandaged with the special dressing. She looked at the boy behind the wheel, frowning in tension.

"Do you want me to get in with you?"

The girl nods her head in the negative.

"Better not."

He kisses her gently and holds her face, protectively and securely.

"Anything, Emanuele. Any screams, any threats or arguments, call me immediately."

"I will, yes. I will."

She makes mention of opening the car door, but he stops her by placing his hand on her shoulder.

"I'm very serious. Don't hesitate to call me."

"I know. It's okay."

After one last kiss, she finally puts her feet out of the automobile. Still, Johnny only starts it after the girl climbs the small steps up to the huge double doors of the building.

Inside the elevator, Emanuele felt her heart racing, her skin sweaty, and her breathing difficult. So the girl began to do breathing exercises, trying to concentrate as much as possible o