He thought that they’d only once spent a weekend together in Paris, in a tiny, cuddly hotel room on Place d’Italie. There they’d slowly dance without cease for a while, n***d at the window and almost welling up, to music that only they could hear as the restless world outside kept moving.
Place d’ItalieThey were disconnected from the world, almost lost in a parallel reality.
Suddenly, his heart began beating like a galloping foal’s. Strong emotion came over him. When he opened his eyes, there was Fiammetta in front of him. She was sitting still on the seat of her motorbike, looking at him.
He’d never envied people incapable of emotion, those like zombies, that he’d known in so many jobs and situations in the past.
She slowly parked up her bike. She took her helmet off and barely m
