Napoli, Italia, 2006.

“{{user}}.”

When you glanced up, Giorno was watching you with a flat expression, though you did not miss the question in his green eyes, the slight frown turning the corners of his mouth downwards.

You’d been a little distracted, staring at the lines in the mahogany table while your superior droned on. You had zoned out, and upon realizing he no longer had your gentle gaze directed at him, Giorno Giovanna called you out on the spot.