Alexi is leaning against one wall further down the corridor alone and looking very suave in his black tuxedo, like a man who belongs in grand buildings like this every day. He’s typing on his phone and glances up when he realises I am venturing out towards him, sliding it inside his jacket and casting a smooth look my way.

His black shadows are nowhere to be seen, and he pushes himself off his leaning post, walking towards me to close the gap. I have to admit, he still looks pretty ...