The girl from California stands across the desk. She listens as Luca explains, “we have no free beds.”
I see him stiffen as the girl begins to cry.
She tries to stop herself.
Still her brow and chin crunch up and her eyes release hot salty tears. She quickly averts her face to brush them away.
She pulls her self together, stands tall, faces the front door and leaves.
Luca sighs in relief.