Katerina
I have no words. After that weird ramble of mine, Alejandro is not only understanding, but he’s ready to give up his life-time principle of all work and no play, for me? Whatever the hell happened with the grump who always mopes and snarls, and yells at people and how is he the same man who’s now sitting in front of me, on our table full of food we haven’t even touched yet, and asking me for my trust?
I blink at him, then again. I don’t know how to answer him. Logically, I know I shouldn’t. Trust him, I mean. I shouldn’t trust him. We are indeed rivals and no amount of sob stories we exchange is ever going to change that. But then again, I still have almost six days away and even if I miss one ferry, there’ll be another one, and then another one. I will have time to go back to m
