10
Lily
Outside, I stopped to rummage through my bag. “Just looking for my sunglasses.” The glare off the white pavement drove needles into my eyes.
“It’s bright, isn’t it?” Matteo squinted, his contact lenses not correcting fast enough.
I put my glasses on. “That’s better.”
“He’s a feisty old guy, isn’t he?” Matteo said as we headed toward our cars.
“Actually, he was less intense than last time. He was calm and spoke more naturally. He moved around. He was just more normal.”
“But what about that cake trance thing?” He laughed.
“Yeah, that was strange. We might have been stuck there for hours … the gateau gaze.” I stuck my arms out like a sleepwalker.
“The tiramisu trance.”
“The stare … of the strudel.” I giggled, enjoying our game, and waited for Matteo’s riposte. It didn’t come
