A terrible liar

The bird song awakens her from a deep sleep that no dream or memory has dared to disturb. Emerald eyes blink to adjust to the rooms' clarity. She rolls onto her side, feeling an intense pain in every corner of her body, that’s wearing a comfortable sweater that doesn't belong to her. She doesn't remember dressing in it last night. Actually, she doesn't remember much at all… it's as if a truck has run over her.

Suddenly, she notices that the balcony door is open. Despite difficulty, she gets out of bed and walks as if drawn to there. And Giovanni is found there, shirtless, wearing just the pants of the same sweater she's wearing, with his hair disheveled and eyes so red that there's even dark circles under them. He's smoking what seems to be the eighth cigarette, lost in thought.

And when he notices her approach, his eyes search her cautiously, inspecting the expression on her face carefully. “How are you feeling?”

She opens her mouth to