Luciano was angry.
With a forehead wrinkled in concentration, he tied his hair into a man bun, and grabbed his boots from the closet.
He was wearing the boot, when the glass door slid open, and Daniela walked into the room.
"Babe, I brought breakfast!" She called out in a singsong voice.
He looked up briefly, to see her holding a tray.
"I'm not hungry, Daniela," he said.
"Well good morning to you too," She dropped the tray on the table, and straightened with her hands fitted on her waist. "Where are you headed in such haste?"
"To the field, why?"
"You tell me why. What's so important that you'll prefer to skip breakfast?"
"That's none of your business, Daniela." He rose to his feet, and walked up to his safe to grab a gun from his many collections.
"You know, I'm getting sick and tired of your dismissiveness towards me. You won't let me sleep in your room, ever. And recently, you won't even talk to me. You do realize we're getting married right?"
