Natalia
I strolled into the kitchen the next morning, dressed in shorts and a tee. When I saw Alessandro, I came to a complete halt. He was still in his pyjamas and a t-shirt. His hair was still unkempt from the night before, giving him a childlike appearance. He hadn't gone to work yet, had he? He was usually gone by the time I awoke. While having a cup of coffee, he stood there staring at me.
Why was he still on the premises? Even though it was his home, it was nevertheless strange. I was irritated by it. I was feeling...something for him as a result of that. I didn't want to admit it though. Knowing what he had gone through as a child made it difficult not to feel sorry for him. When he was here with me, however, it was 10 times worse. His presence simply threw my nerve into disarray,
