LUCIANA
The kids are having a football competition.
I approach Dario during half time, who’s been watching on one side of the field.
“Having a good time?” I ask while I take the seat next to him.
He gives me a brief glance and refocuses on the field where some of the children are being put into groups with the help of adults.
He lets out a loud exhale before he asks, “Why did you bring me here Luciana?” He continues before I give him a response, “Is this your idea of getting me a perfect house?”
“Not particularly, but this is my idea of getting you to accept the perfect house,” I answer, earning a confused glare from him. His eyes reveal a million questions that must be running in his brain.
I know, I know. It doesn't make any sense.
“I just wanted to show you what's at stake,” I b
