A delicious smell of grilled bread rose in the kitchen with ochre tiles. The two friends sat down and discussed the events of the day before.
"I want details, and they better be tasty!" said Bianca, loudly placing her hands on the large solid wood kitchen table.
"I do not know what you are talking about, dear Bianca," replied Emmanuelle, sipping a coffee that her best friend had just made for her.
Bianca put a hand on her heart with a silent cry:
"Not with me, Manu! Since all this time we have known each other. I know everything about you, and you know everything about me. And beyond all the shameful details that you and I have shared, the thing I know most about you is that until last night, I never saw you with anyone, let alone bringing a stranger home! Oh my God, you are blush
