CHAPTER 82

This time the Thursday meeting was held at a distance. Maximiliano longed fervently to return to his homeland, but he understood how important it was not to do so. Besides, for the sake of his psyche and his temperament, it was also positive to stay a while longer, he was sure that if he met Daniel, at least a few kilometers away from one of the Glint bars, he would not hold back from visiting him.

Leaning on the threshold of the dresser in Carla's room, Max stood with his feet and arms crossed, dressed in a light-colored shirt and office pants, brown branded shoes, with that casual look that Carla loved to see, but quite the contrary, it wasn't her who detailed him. It was he who was looking at her while she was changing clothes to go out for lunch, an invitation Max made to her after the end of the meeting, one they had to have at an untypical time thanks to the time difference.

She went back and forth looking for clothes. I tried on a long-sleeved shirt of a sandy color, also one w