Rafe where the hell are you? You were supposed to be here at midnight! What changed?” his father’s roaring voice came from the other side of the phone. Ale visibly winced and rubbed his ear before putting the phone back to his ear. Lorenz was waiting for his son since 11 o clock and now it was past midnight but there was no sign of his brat son.
“I’ll be there in two days Dad. Don’t worry I won’t miss the party.” Ale sounded exasperated. He rubbed his palm on his face, as he sat back in the swirling office chair.
“Cosa vuoi dire che sarai qui tra due giorni? Ti ho detto che devi essere qui oggi. Cosa ti è preso?" his father’s voice raised a notch higher.
(What do you mean you will be here in two days? I told you, that you have to be here today. What has gotten into you?)
“nothing dad,
