Danilo
The expression on Dove's face was one of partial surprise but also a sense joy. I could see his shoulders relax for the first time. He looked always tense when I entered the room. The sense of calm from last night seemed to evaporate as soon as the alcohol left his system. It was as if the moment we looked into each other's eyes all his emotions clashed with one another.
"I didn't think you were paying attention to that," he looked down to his laptop for a second, the curls on his head flopping forward partially covering his forehead making him look a lot younger than he actually was. I didn't know how he managed to look this good in the morning when everyone looked hungover and extremely drunk.
