Peccatori | Damiano David [ENG]

XXXI

- Damiano, for God's sake. We have to leave or we're going to be late. - I said pointing ostentatiously at the gold watch glittering on the wrist of my hand. - Can't we be on time for once? - I asked.

My boyfriend was never in a hurry. He always had time for everything, it's just a shame that he organized it poorly. That's why we were almost always late. It drove me crazy because I hate being late and I'm probably the most punctual person in the world. It floods me with shame when I think that I can show so little respect to another person and be late somewhere. Damiano didn't seem to care.

- Lilith, we still have plenty of time. - He said glancing at me in passing. - I'll just find a shirt and we can leave. - He said, going back to rummaging through his closet.

I bounced off the frame of the closet door and walked a few steps closer to him. This was accompanied by the pleasant sound my stilettos made when they made contact with the floorboards. I leaned over him and began my argument, feeling like some kind of mother.

- We don't have time. - I said just above his ear, making him twitch slightly. - God, we'll be late and you know what will happen? Shame. God, what a shame. - I theatrically grabbed my head.

- Don't exaggerate. - He said shaking his head. - They will wait for us these few minutes. I assure you that everyone there is used to my being late. Besides, I'm not the only one who is late, Thomas is often not on time. - He looked me in the eye. - Fabrizzio will certainly wait for his starlet. - He laughed briefly and gave me a Persian look.

I shook my head with a little disappointment.

- Don't be such a star. - I winked and playfully patted him on the back of the head. - I'll see you in a few moments, compact and ready. Otherwise you will leave as you are standing now and I don't care. - I said turning on my heel.

- Are you sure you want me to leave like this? - he asked in a wry voice.

I turned my head towards him. He was standing barefoot in front of a huge mirror, wearing only jeans that were supposed to imitate washed-out material. I looked at him again.

- If it is necessary, you will go barefoot. - I shrugged my shoulders.

- You know that's not what I'm talking about. - He put his hands on his chest and looked at me.

I only smiled.

- Looking at others is not a crime after all. It is a different matter when it comes to unnecessary fights. - I said, showing my hands. - Then we cut off the hands.

I left the dressing room and ten minutes later we were on our way to the car. Damiano as a born gentleman opened the door for me and we set off. We headed towards the most popular club in Rome - Qube Disco. It is located more or less in the center, which means it will take us at least twenty minutes to get there.

- Since when do you play clubs? - I asked, putting my hand on David's hand, which was nibbling on my bare knee. - I thought you guys had bigger aspirations.

- We don't usually play, but there's an event tonight and there will be a lot of people coming out. Some celebrities, some influencers. The social cream of Italy. It's a closed event and we are the stars of the evening. - he said, focusing on the road.

- Aha. - I said. - And that's why you're rehearsing at after fourteen? I suspect you'll be playing around two o'clock.

- Well, yeah. So what? - Damiano asked.

- Why so early? It will take you two hours at the most.

Damiano looked at me out of the corner of his eye.