The apartment is silent.

Your bedroom door is ajar. After a few unconvincing seconds of hesitation, Luca finally goes in and opens the closet.

He examines a jacket, glances at some hanging dresses, then picks up a pair of panties and brings them to his nose as if to smell them.

Then your voice rings out behind him.

"Can I know what you're up to?"

Luca jumps so startled he almost knocks over a clothes hanger.

He turns around and sees his mother leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and a dark look on her face.

For a few seconds, Luca is clearly searching for a plausible explanation.

"Um...Mom, it's not what you think...well...probably it is."