With arms extended, Roberto said, "Welcome to my workshop."
I have to admit it was an incredible presentation; this place is definitely impressive. The lamps on the wall give a feeling of mystery.
"Come in, come in," Nicol's wife said.
The air inside has a slight smell of metal, rust, and smoke, an atmosphere that every workshop should have. Coming up to the gigantic furnace, I can appreciate more closely this piece made of dark metal where the light does not reflect at all.
Ema ran through the workshop to reach my position, her eyes beginning to sparkle with excitement.
"And how do you like my workshop, young man?" Roberto still has the same arrogant voice since I entered the workshop.
"Not bad, to be honest," I was very surprised. I never imagined it so imposing and gloomy at the same time, seeing it in the house they live in, I thought it was going to be much simpler.
