Tamara had barely gotten through customs when she could see Giorgio on the other side of the barrier waving to her. He smiled when he got her attention, then waited for her to get through the gate and to where he stood.
A long embrace followed while crowds of weary Americans tromped past them in search of luggage on the revolving carriage. After a moment, they separated slightly, shared a kiss, and Giorgio looked longingly into Tamara"s eyes.
“The trip, it was okay?” he asked.
“Long, and it seemed longer than usual,” she admitted with a grin.
Giorgio loosened his grip on her waist and turned them in the direction of the baggage claim area. Tamara soon picked up the two suitcases she had brought along, and they exited the building. There was a man standing next to Giorgio"s Fiat, which
