Cristian stepped out of the back seat of the Mercedes with a leather bag in his left hand and a bouquet of autumn flowers in his right. An extremely handsome man boarding a ferry carrying flowers attracted quite a several looks - even some sneers - as he approached me and greeted me with a breathtaking kiss. How lucky I am.
- Have you ever ridden this ferry? I asked after the kiss was over.
- When I was a kid in the scouts, he said, looking over the edge, frowning. - Why do you ask? he asked me
- Oh, nothing, you just don't have the vibe of an annual island ferry user. I answered him
I shaped the outline of his body with my hands for emphasis. Cristian still wore the navy blue suit he wore this morning, but replaced his shirt and tie with a mustard-colored sweater that stood out in com
