‘Hayden! Hand me the backpack, would you?’
Hayden shivered as the woman’s words yanked him back to reality from his musings. He opened the zipper attentively and helped to place the purchased goods in it. The wicker basket on Lana’s arm filled gradually, but in spite of Hayden’s requests, she insisted on carrying it herself.
‘And now? What’s next?’
‘I don’t know about you, but I’m about to die of thirst. And some food would be nice as well.’
‘Thank God!’ he burst out in relief. ‘I thought you’d never mention it.’
‘If that’s so, the next stop is the buffet. But not any buffet,’ she threatened with her finger playfully.
‘Of course not!’ Hayden laughed out loud.
‘You can get the best pizza in the whole marketplace at Pedro’s, there, right beside the fountain.’
They each ate a slice of
