Ricardo raised a hand and gave him a small, exaggerated wave.
Marco did not wave back.
Ricardo approached the car, stopping just outside the window. "You're being creepy," he said lightly.
Marco's gaze didn't shift. "I told you to stay away from her."
Ricardo leaned down slightly so they were eye to eye. "And I told you I will. When she asks me to."
Marco's jaw tightened. "When are you going back to Vienna?" Marco asked.
Ah.
There it was.
Ricardo smirked. "Wow. Are you itching to get rid of me because of Valentina or because of your job?"
"My job is stable," Marco said evenly.
"Valentina then?"
Marco scowled, reached into the glove compartment, and pulled out a gun.
"Wow. Wow. Wow." Ricardo threw both hands up instinctively, stepping back with exaggerated caution. "Let's not escalate from glaring to homicide in under sixty seconds."
"Relax, fool," Marco muttered, inspecting the chamber with professional indifference. "I came here for her shooting lessons."
