Angelo woke up to a ray of sunlight on his face, the dreary clouds had dispersed, leaving behind gentle sunlight and a hint of warmth to the previously cool day.
He scanned the room as soon as he was awake, searching for…
The door opened right then, Nikolai walking in with bags of food. "How did you sleep?"
Angelo looked right into those dark blue eyes that held endless patience for him and was reminded of why he needed a nap in the first place. "Okay." He mumbled, sitting up as Nikolai approached.
The Mafia King dropped off the bags and stepped back, making Angelo look up expectantly. "You're not going to eat?"
Nikolai should return to the trio of business associates waiting for him in the club but he didn't, "Scoot over."
Angelo glanced down at the armchair he had napped on, it barely fit him, there was no way he could make space for Nikolai.
