The next morning, Enora was a bundle of nerves as she waited for Matteo at the café. It wasn't as though they had never hung out before, they had even traveled together. They were friends.
So, why was she wondering if he still defined them that way?
It could be because she felt guilty for not telling Victor, but it would have started an argument about why being out in the open was a bad idea–that it was too big a risk, and then there was his jealousy. He hadn't met Matteo–their schedules could never line up, so she was sure he would have an issue with him.
“He's so ridiculous," she said with a chuckle.
“Who's ridiculous?" Gil asked, leaning on the counter.
“Hey, I didn't hear you come in. I was talking about Victor."
“I'm pretty stealthy you know," he grinned. “And what did Vi
