PoV Gustavo
"Sorry." Diego apologized while giving me a playful wink; only after he left the room was I finally able to take back control over my body.
"What was that?" I asked Giovanni.
He was barely awake; he was initially startled by Diego's presence; no, he was woken up by something else because he didn't notice him until he started asking questions. I was still miserable; my hands were in unbearable pain, and tears started going down my face.
Seeing me in this state, Giovanni decided to help out. He slowly dragged me out of the entrance into the magazine, where he started to rummage through the many boxes in the freezer compartment until he took out a folded piece of frozen paper, which he delicately unfolded open to reveal a stage drawing.
