#kiki01

Wherever “Fuckoville” is, it’s nothing like Naples. Frigid air blows right through his suit, and he shivers despite himself. Were he not numb with cold, he would ponder that he’s never seen so much snow before, and that it’s almost pretty to look at. Biting his lip, he draws his arms tighter around himself. His street-honed instincts tell him that someone is watching him, and he tries to remain alert despite the distraction of the brutal chill. How embarrassing, to be seen like this. He scans the street and locks eyes with a small girl giving him a quizzical look.