Luca was staring into space when James suddenly appeared in front of him. He had a concerned look on his face as he sat down across from Luca at his desk. It was the start of the day and Luca looked like he hadn't slept in days.
"You look like sh*t, you know? When was the last time you got some sleep?" he asked softly.
Luca shrugged and sighed tiredly. "I don't know. A few days ago? I feel like I haven't slept since Kit dropped off the face of the Earth."
James frowned sympathetically. "She still hasn't talked to you, huh?"
Luca shook his head and exhaled loudly. "I don't know what else to try. I'm blocked, basically everywhere. Her assistant won't let me past the reception and the doorman at her building has been instructed to not let me up."
James let out a long whistle. "That's rough, man. She really doesn't want to talk to you."