Luciano waved to them with one hand. Matt and Zoe climbed over the white fence: the house was wrapped in a sleepy quiet.
They found Luciano sitting on the porch holding a cigarette between his thin fingers. "Since when have you been smoking?"
Matteo looked upset, Zoe squeezed his hand.
Luciano moved the cigarette between his fingers.
"I don"t smoke, usually. It doesn"t mean I don’t know how to. "
They were standing in front of him now: he had his long mahogany-colored hair pulled into a tail and he was impeccable.
"This tobacco reminds me of Oxford," he finally explained, reached to the ashtray and extinguished it.
"Moonlight walk?" he then asked, rhetorically.
Matteo shook his head and smiled. "See you tomorrow."
She said she would stay there for a while, with Lucian
