*Giovani*
After sending Olivia back to her room, I decided to get a head start on my day. I pulled on a pair of dark jeans and a black shirt, clothes that would keep me from standing out, yet, ones that still made me look good.
I wasn't much of a fashion snob, but I had learned over the years that the best way to go unnoticed was to look just clean-cut enough that people thought I was trustworthy, but not so dressed up that they would remember me.
I looked into the mirror to comb my hair. All my life I hadn't really given a s**t about my looks. I had always thought of myself as a tool to be used, first as a body when I was young and needed to fight, then as a brain as I got older and was given more responsibilities.
But now that I had a beautiful girl like Olivia sneaking into my be
