"Have you been drinking, Romy?" Alessandro asks, leaning in a little closer to me.
"A little," I admit with a smile. But suddenly, I catch a strange scent; it smells like wood or, rather, a masculine perfume. The fragrance completely envelops me, and I smile again.
"I didn't know you were allowed to use something as vain as perfume," I dare to say. Although I think he blushes, the dim moonlight doesn't allow me to confirm it.
"I think people have a wrong idea about those of us who take the cloth," he declares. "I have a life too, besides my vocation."
"Why did you choose to be a priest?" I venture to ask. Perhaps it’s the alcohol in my blood or the fact that I’m feeling a bit dizzy.
He sighs and bows his head. "I already told you: I felt an inner calling," he says, but it seems to me
