After a long time haven't been seen, Giovanni finally show up at one abandoned house. He take out his phone once he put down his bag. He try to dial a number but keep going straight to voicemail. He pace around nonstop and look more anxious from time to time his call didn't get connected.
"Damn it! Where the hell is Franco?!" He throw his phone at the old sofa in front of him. The phone hit the sofa, the sound make the dust fly around and the sofa crack more with old age.
Giovanni let out a frustrated cry and start to pace around the room again. There are some beer cans and cigarette butts around it, sign of someone recently stayed in here.
"What should i do if that bastard uncle find me? If i know who i mess with at first place, i wouldn't be agree with it." Giovanni keep talk to himself. He can't bring himself to sit due to anxious.
The room fall into silent again, only thing can be heard is his footsteps as he keep moving around.
