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17 || Art House

Edited: 06.26.2022

Song: Kendrick Lamar ft Zacari - Love (slowed + reverb)

Alternating povs this chapter

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Giana

"Focus."

I tilt my head and examine the few tattoos on the dark skin of Marco's hand. Some cool symbols, words and the letter L right below the knuckle of his ring finger.

Interesting, maybe he's got-

"Giana."

I snap my eyes back to him at the tone of his voice. His patience is running thin with me, I can tell by the way his stoic face is even stonier and his fingers are tapping along the wood of the table.

"Sorry." I mumble, tapping my pencil against the wood and taking my attention back to the page before me, "I might have got a little distracted... where were we?"

"Finish these questions." Marco says and I glace down at the sheet. There's a bunch of symbols I recognize, pi, integrals, derivatives.

"How do you know all this stuff, anyways?" I ask looking up at Marco who's starring back at me, his face unamused, as always.

"I have a phd in quantum physics and mathematics." He replies, my brows lift but he glances between me and the page narrowing his eyes.

I open my mouth to ask another question, but the look he sends me has me snapping my mouth shut and looking back to the page.

It wasn't my fault everything else was more interesting than calculus.

But I digress, and with a sigh, I return my attention to the page.

This was no use. All we've accomplished over the past two hours is getting Marco to talk more than ever - granted it was to yell at me to focus but it's still something.

I focus on the next question, going over the formulas I learned to integrate equations.

What was it again?

The sound of footsteps come from the far side of the room and our attention snaps towards the entryway of the dining room where Alessio strolls in, adorned in slacks and his signature crisp white button up. A white button up that does little to hide the body of a Greek hero beneath.

His attention is on his phone, and my eyes take the opertunity to ogle without getting caught. His shirt is folded up exposing his tan forearms, where veins run down them all the way to his hands, adorned in a few rings.

Ugh - the man is perfect. 

I'm snapped out of my thoughts by Marco. And I mean that literally seeing as he snaps his fingers right in my face and glares at me. "No ogling Capo." My cheeks tint as I look at Marco, who raises a brow like he's onto me. But instead of saying anything about it, he points to the page. "Work. Now."

With a shake of my head I look back to my page but make out Alessio's form as he pauses to look up from his phone and glance at his watch. "You guys still at it?"