The air was pungent, the sky intensely dark. Matteo leaned his arm heavily on Zoe"s shoulders.
"I thought we would never arrive."
A flight of eleven hours.
They were exhausted. When they were seated, she on the window side and he in the center, Matteo had pulled out his headphones and passed one to her.
They had fallen asleep with their heads against each other, as the plane to Canada flew over the ocean, among the stars.
They had left the moon of Rome for the sun of Ottawa. "A cigarette, quick."
Sitting there with their suitcases around their feet, they faced the Canadian welcome with one eye open and one closed.
Zoe yawned as Matteo finished turning his cigarette around and took it to his lips.
They had no idea what was going to happen.
They didn"t even imagine what they
