It was a weekday night, but none of them seemed particularly concerned about how early they had to be at work the following morning.Benjamin sat comfortably on one end of Enzo's large sofa, with Desmond beside him. Enzo occupied the armchair opposite them, staring intensely at the television as though his concentration alone could somehow change the direction of the match.Benjamin and Desmond were supporting AC Milan as usual. Enzo, unfortunately for him, was supporting Napoli.And his team was losing.Badly.A large tray sat on the coffee table between them, filled with the snacks Enzo's wife had prepared before leaving them to enjoy the match. There were crispy chicken wings, mini beef sliders, mozzarella sticks, seasoned potato wedges, spicy chicken skewers, and small bowls of salted peanuts and mixed nuts.Beside the tray were several bottles of beer.Enzo reached for one without taking his eyes off the television.“Come on,” he muttered. “Come on.”His team had just lost posses

Benjamin was reclining in one of the private treatment chairs at his favorite salon and spa, at the men's section, allowing the facial specialist to finish the final stage of his treatment.He had already had his haircut, followed by a thorough shampoo and scalp massage. The facial had come next, and for the past forty minutes, he had enjoyed the quiet while the specialist cleansed and treated his skin."All done, Mr. Benjamin," the woman said as she gently removed the last traces of the facial mask.Benjamin opened his eyes."Thank you.""How does your skin feel?""Good."She handed him a mirror.Benjamin looked at his reflection for a few seconds before putting it down.The specialist smiled."You look refreshed.""I feel refreshed."A member of the salon staff then led him toward the manicure and pedicure section.Benjamin settled into the comfortable chair and stretched his legs forward.A few moments later, a young man approached with his equipment."Buon pomeriggio, signore.""B