*Giovani*

The smell of ink had soaked into every inch of the room as the leaning towers of paperwork surrounded my desk. Gabriele lay halfway on the chair, his legs propped up on one of the armrests as he lazily folded yet another paper plane.

It shot off into the air, immediately nosediving straight onto the desk.

I sent him a dirty look, brushing it onto the floor as I flipped my way through the intricate and detailed folder before me. A hundred more were ...