[Poggio]

Galvin shook head digging into his pockets for the flat square and handed it to Ambrosia. He slid of the mans lap so he could make his call and spent the rest of the ride with the view. When they arrived back at the apartment he let the other fetch the glasses, he disappeared into the room to slip out of his bourgeoisie smelling attire and wash off any remains of grease that seeped into his skin.