The heavy electronic sound coming from the club instantly ceased behind closed doors.
"Neravalle never ceases to amaze me."
Luciano smiled and patted the curly hairs back. "When you build something with intentionality and passion, it becomes a wonder," he said in a proud voice.
"It really is."
They walked into his office closest to the club, to find Elio already seated.
"Chris!" He jumped to his feet, and walked over to Mr curly hair.
"You grow an inch taller every time I see you, Elio," he laughed, as they hugged.
Luciano continued to his own seat, leaving the boys to catch up.
"So what have I missed in my one year absence?" He questioned, as he walked with Elio towards the seats at the desk.
"Guess who is the reigning champion for the annual horse race event?"
"Definitely not you. Last I checked, you had a losing streak."
Elio frowned. "Keyword, Chris-had."
"Right!" He bobbed his head and smiled.
