«I had dinner with a woman. But I'm not sure that ...»
«That it was a woman» insists the colleague of the Private Line. «Don't worry, there are some differences, but in the end we are all human.»
Vito continues to sing: «What is this feeling? Like a train that passes through me without a station ...»
«It was a woman… woman. Except that she has been a friend for many years» I explain.
The head cashier makes a satisfied expression.
«Better. A friend with whom ... a ... »
«Avoid that term,» I stop him. Vito does not give up.
«I've always said that our professor, under that perfect air ... Maybe he's more perverted than Mister Gray in Fifty Shades of Purple.»
«Actually, she was grey, even if the author then replied with shades of black and red" I point out. «Anyway, we haven't done a d
