I spend the rest of the day with Fiona, having a celebratory lunch at Il Fiasco before we make a quick trip to the shopping mall. I enjoy a celebratory blowjob in the Victoria's Secret change room, at least until the noise attracts the clerk who chases us out under a glare of indignation. Unfazed, we return to my apartment to complete our copulation and lay in each other's arms for hours. Eventually, Fiona has to get dressed and go home and I get ready for the meeting.
I approach the front of the Del Sarto building for the second time today. This time it is dark, the shadows of the alleyways have annexed new territories, spreading past their previous boundaries and obscuring details with shadow.
There are only a couple of lights on in the windows of the upper floor and the lobby shines like a beacon meant to guide passing ships. There is a silhouette of a large, broad-shouldered man standing inside the lobby entrance.
As I approach it, my eyes adjust. I realize that the silhouette in the doorway is one of the security guards from earlier and he is holding the door open for me. I’m slightly taken aback, a little surprised.
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