She winces and stares at me as I notice that she is blushing faintly.
«Is this forbidden?» I hasten to ask, in a low voice, as I bring my foot back into my pumps.
Serena empties her glass, then sets her eyes on me.
«No, I think it’s not forbidden» she replies with a slightly embarrassed expression.
We keep quiet for a few seconds, looking at each other.
«Do you say that we have reached the same level of intimacy as the other tables now?» I ask.
«I don’t think so», she replies, «I think the other couples perform much more racy practices, especially after dessert» she adds, giggling.
«I think you’re right. I don’t know Sere, but today I feel this way. Maybe it was the tequila I had before and now the wine, but I feel light, free, I don’t feel the weight of the world over my shoulders
