Luciano looked through his office door, when it started to rain, and frowned.
It wasn't just any kind of rain. It had come with a very dangerous kind of breeze.
The type that destroyed plants, and littered the roads.
"I told you it would rain, Carpo. Are you ready to pay me for predicting right?" Salvatore jested.
"I envy your ability to find the joke in everything," Vittorio said, shaking his head.
"Well considering we've spent the last five hours working nonstop on this thing, I think I deserve a break to joke."
"Awwnn, did I hurt your feelings?" Vittorio teased.
Salvatore lifted a brow, whilst his lips curved into a smile. "When did you become fun? I can't even be mad at you."
"You two shut up. Haven't you noticed anything yet?" Luciano asked.
"I think from all of the profiles we have, the next pope should be–"
"I'm not talking about that, you fool," he cut Salvatore off. "Elio is not back yet. He hasn't called either."
