Lovino Returned to his seat in the kitchen, staring gloomily at the delicious looking lunch his spanish lover had set before him. Antonio was already starting to eat as Lovino sat down.
"Lovi!~" He greeted him with a smile. "Who was that? You were yelling quite a lot out there." he asked curiously. Lovino didn't meet his eyes as he answered. "It was ah... a friend... he wanted money. Money I don't have." He mumbled, aggressively shoving some food into his mouth so he didn't have to explain further. Antonio tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy.
"Money? For what?" He asked. "and how much? Maybe I can help!" Lovino growled and slammed his fork back down on the table.
"Its not of your damn business, nosy bastard! Its my problem, not yours!" He snapped at him. Antonio looked surprised for a moment at the outburst then proceeded to smile sadly and nod at the enraged Italian. "ah, I'm sorry Lovi, I didn't mean to upset you. I just thought maybe I could help..." He trailed off when he saw Lovino shook his head 'no' firmly.
"You cant help. Don't try. Just let me deal with this on my own." Now significantly calmed down, Lovino picked up his fork again and continued to eat, refusing to answer any of Antonio's prying questions or acknowledge his existence at all at the moment. He was much too focused on worrying. There was no way he would be able to get 20 million dollars by tomorrow night. He shook his head in frustration, unable to will away his thoughts of what lay in wait for him when he didn't show up with the money Fresco so desired. Lovino was scared- no, fucking terrified of what would happen tomorrow.