Raphael
His girl? Who the hell was his girl? I was momentarily rendered speechless, I tried to figure out what to say but came up with nothing, but I also didn't want him to speak in fear of what he might say next.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I dragged my gaze from Leo, then moved to the window overlooking the back of the club. Directly opposite was a wide balcony surrounded by a stone balustrade; several people were leaning and holding onto the handrail, enjoying the sun, banter, and refreshments. Laughter filled the air, but neither Leo nor I spoke; we had lost ourselves in the silence; we seem to agree on the silence, though I was convinced both of us were afraid of what either of us would say.
"You know, I never thought for a minute we would be in such a situation" Leo laughed nervously; I figured he was still standing near the desk. I muttered something unintelligent and continued with the silence; a distance slosh of a fountain could be heard.