65 | Anxiety And Panic

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"Hey. You alright?"

I looked up and saw a mildly frowning Enzo approaching me with his main bodyguard, Berto. 

He was wearing the same sweater and pants, but his hair looked more tousled than I remembered.  Enzo had only been gone for more than an hour. Perhaps he met up with one of his brother's business associates here in Serbia. Enzo never mentioned particulars and I felt like I shouldn't ask, either.

"You look really pale," he commented once he got near enough to put his arm over my shoulder.

"I just..." I leaned against the rental car he'd paid for. I probably did look like my entire face got drained of color.  Undoubtedly, my anxiety was forming tighter knots in my stomach, threatening me to some extent. I might just spew my entire lunch meal if my thoughts got even more out of hand. 

As we stood in the restaurant's parking lot,  his security detail guarded the perimeter,  d