Ginevra
My heart begins to sing as I see him walking back holding two flutes and a bottle of champagne. He reaches me as fast as he had left me, putting the bottle and the glasses down. He takes a small plastic bottle from under his arm and puts it on the table as well.
“I suppose you aren’t in need of just a bit of water.”
I giggle, whispering a “thank you.” while he looks around looking for a chair. Having found one in another corner, he goes to grab it and drags it just in front of mine. As he sits into it, his knees practically touch my chair, caging my legs in.
I can’t think of a moment I felt more protected.
I watch him intently as he opens the champagne bottle, gesturing to the water bottle.
“Drink some water first.”
Wrinkling my nose, I take the bottle reluctantly to
