Salvatore DiMarco / Diego Rossi
I woke up and brewed some coffee. From the kitchen window, I could see the stables, and I smiled. Her Frison horse was there, the animal she sent me the picture of… magnificent and regal. I wondered how many horses she had? Who took care of them? Did she ride them frequently? When did she learn to ride?
“Morning,” Sandro walked past me and poured a cup of coffee. He looked at me, staring at the stables, and he sighed.
"Don't do anything stupid.” He mumbled, and I nodded.
“I won't…” I said, and he chuckled.
“I might stop by to introduce myself as the new neighbor,” he said, and I nodded. "But first, I wanted to go to the city, to buy proper groceries and s**t,” Sandro said, and I nodded again.
I didn't have any intention of going. “What are your p
