Chapter 98 Gum On My Shoes

• Luca's pov
• I freed yet another button on my satin dress shirt, cursing hard in Italian as I ordered more ice for my half drunk glass of whiskey. The air was growing stiffer than usual now we were approaching July and even the insulation of Salato's wasn't proving ineffective against the irrepressible humidity.
• The bartender ran over to me at once with a classic steel ice bucket, dropping two more perfectly cut tiny ice cubes to my glass. His hands were as shaky as they'd been the first time he served me, signs of someone who just newly started and still had that annoying fear of messing up and getting fired.