Sophia's POV
The market smelled like fish and oranges.
I walked between the stalls with Damien beside me, his hand loose around mine. A woman held up a string of dried peppers and said something in Portuguese I didn't understand. Damien answered her in slow careful words and she laughed and gave us two peppers anyway.
"You speak Portuguese," I said.
"I spent three days learning basic phrases before we came," he said.
"Three days," I said.
"I wanted to be able to order coffee properly," he said. He shrugged. "It felt important."
I looked at him.
"What," he said.
"Nothing," I said. "I just like that about you."
He took the peppers from the woman and put them in the small bag he was carrying and we kept walking.
Remy caught up with us near a stall selling cheese, his arms already f
