As a fellow assassin, Adamo could already tell Vico was looking for the best routes of escape, or concealing himself if he needed. Lucky for the actor, he already knew this place well. He gave Vico a small nudge to get his attention elsewhere; to look less obvious. There were enemies about, surely, even if they didn't know where. They knew when to recognize an assassin.
Though, with Vico's stature, the man looked more like a child admiring the candy of a sweets shop.
"Put on your best smile," he reminded him. "We'll go when they start announcing awards. Third floor somewhere. An insider told me Creed of the Heart won't be getting anything more than an honorable mention."
A host stopped in front of the two, holding a tray full of glasses of champagne. Adamo helped himself to one, giving him a smile that surely could win an award on its own. (Was the host blushing?)
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Though, with Vico's stature, the man looked more like a child admiring the candy of a sweets shop.
"Put on your best smile," he reminded him. "We'll go when they start announcing awards. Third floor somewhere. An insider told me Creed of the Heart won't be getting anything more than an honorable mention."
A host stopped in front of the two, holding a tray full of glasses of champagne. Adamo helped himself to one, giving him a smile that surely could win an award on its own. (Was the host blushing?)