"Stay in touch—sure. You can have my phone number," Tristan said.
'It never hurts to have talented people as your acquaintances. They might be useful,' he thought.
"I'm glad," Angelo said without even a hint of a smile and turned toward the garden.
They stood in an awkward silence for half a minute until Tristan realized Angelo had finished the conversation.
Tristan sighed and went to the balcony door.
"Enjoy the view, Omen."
There was no reply.
The rest of the party went uneventfully, except for a minor scandal between two men, one of which found his girlfriend getting too close and personal with another on a balcony.
But at least that wasn't Tristan's problem.
***
Next day.
Tristan officially had a small vacation.
He didn't even need to ask—Derek actually approached him first and told him to get some rest in Los Angeles, while the manager would sort through all the offers and invitations sent to Tristan.
