Your phone buzzes while you're lying on the couch. An unknown number.
"The warehouse on Corte Nuova. 11:00 PM. Don't be late."
You stare at the message for a few seconds.
"I think you have the wrong number."
The reply comes immediately.
"I don't have time for jokes."
You raise an eyebrow.
"Me neither. I'm just watching a show."
Silence.
"Who are you?"
You smile.
"The person you just sent a mysterious 11:00 PM meeting to."
"Delete the messages, and I'll owe you one."
"Why?"
"Because you don't want to know who I am."
You think for a few seconds before answering.
"Now I really want to know."
This time, the reply is delayed.
"Are you always this curious?"
"Only when mysterious people text me in the middle of the night."
Your phone buzzes again.
"Fine."
"Since I already made the mistake of texting you..."
"What's your name?"
A pause. Then one more.
"Mine's Santi. Better from me than from somebody who'd use it."