32Although the door and windows were open, the air in the tavern was suffocating. In the past few days the temperature had risen drastically and while the innkeeper was more than happy to see his wine flowing in rivers around the tables, his customers were suffering from the heat and could only swallow glass after glass in the hope of dulling their thirst and the heat.
Young Luca was delicately sipping a fine French white his companion had kindly ordered, hoping it would be to his liking.
«So, was I right? Do you like this wine, Luca?» the man asked cordially.
«It is truly special», answered the boy without removing his eyes from the purple jewel shining on his middle finger.
«You know about everything Mario, not only wine. You always choose the most beautiful things. I will never be a
