Cisco's mind was racing with questions and concerns as he thought about Tristan's unexpected visit. Why was he here? What did he want? And why was he in Italy when his son was recovering from an accident? Cisco's instincts told him that Tristan's presence was not a coincidence, and he couldn't shake off the feeling that trouble was brewing.
As he sat at his desk, trying to compose himself, Cisco didn't notice Tristan walking into the room. It wasn't until he heard a faint noise that he looked up, and his eyes widened in surprise.
Tristan was standing in front of him, wearing a T-shirt, black jeans, and sneakers. He looked like a completely different person from the one Cisco had met at the Martinez Mansion. Gone was the formal attire, replaced by a casual, laid-back look that made him appear years younger. He looked pretty but funny.
