XENIA
They were already joined at the hip.
It’d been less than an hour in each other's company and it felt like they’d fallen into a pattern of laughing at everything they said to themselves at the table. Matteo was constantly helping her refill her juice glass, moving dishes closer to her, topping off her water, and patting her back whenever she coughed mid laughter.
One would think they were mother and son, cut from the same coat and in perfect symphony.
Their rapport was heartwarming and pleasing to observe. Nothing about it was forced or awkward, it was all effortless and easygoing. He was sharing childhood stories with her and she was freely offering him advice like she’d known him for years and couldn’t help having his best interest at heart.
The more I watched them, the more I
