“And why should I trust you and Matteo?” Enzo offers an effortless shrug. “Because who else do you have?” “Is that supposed to be helpful?” “No. It’s just a fact. You have no one else out here,” he says as he pours my freshly pressed coffee into a black ceramic mug. “We’re not the bad guys. Teo . . . he might come off as—” “An arrogant prick?” I offer. He gives a breathy laugh. “Yes, but he’s not all that bad. You just have to break through that outer shell of his.”
