“You were my favorite.” “What?” I asked. Not because I didn’t hear him, but because I didn’t often hear those words. “God, this is so unprofessional of me,” Luca said as he dug into his Gucci backpack that was either real or a really good fake. He held out a black T-shirt and a silver fabric marker. “Could you maybe sign this for me?” I held up the shirt and recognized it immediately. “Whoa,” I said. “Talk about an artifact. I’d be honored.”
