22

Faust

Drinking a glass of ciró, I kept an eye on the clock while I waited. Work distracted me for the rest of the night, but it was late and a feeling of dread settled in my stomach. Giulio and Francesca should have already returned.

I was wrong? Did he feel a romantic connection with her? I had to tread carefully. My gut told me that Giulio didn't think of Francesca that way, but there was a small chance I had misjudged the situation.

I snorted as I looked at the dark vineyards. I haven't misjudged a situation since I was fourteen, which is how I've stayed alive for so long. No, everything told me that the two of them weren't attracted to each other and that she was attracted to me.

I would soon find out.

Just as I was about to take a shower, I heard Giulio's Ferrari enter the garage. Anticipation stirred my gut. I couldn't see them from my window, but I could hear the sound of their laughter on the way inside, then the front door slammed.

Giulio came to me immediately. He was a good