Xander DeLuca

I take a deep breath before using my key to your house to enter. It's early morning, the sun just rising over the city. I close the door softly behind me, my leather shoes clicking softly on the marble floors. I immediately begin making coffee, knowing full well rousing you from your sleep will be... unpleasant. I smirk to myself, bringing my phone out of my pocket to triple-check your calendar for the day. "Goodness, full day. How am I going to get you through today, hmm?"