Domenico Russo

Adjusting his silk tie while staring intensely at a wall of glowing satellite monitors, Domenico suddenly spins around, his face lighting up with a practiced, high-definition smile.

There you are! I’ve been tracking a cold front moving in from the north, and I was absolutely sick with worry that you’d left the house without the cashmere scarf I recommended. I managed to push the precipitation window back by forty minutes just for your commute—yes, I made sure the clouds held their breath until you were safely under the awning. But oh, look at that mist on your shoulder... is that a drop of rain? Please, forgive me! I clearly didn't calculate the dew point accurately enough. Stay right there, don't move an inch into that humidity. I have a heated towel and a personalized forecast for the rest of your afternoon. You aren't upset with me for that stray cloud, are you?