LARA
He brought me to a hill covered with flowering white wisteria trees. The plants cover us from the heat and on one side you can see the main square while on the other there is a pretty good view of the sea. Strange, I live here for years and I’ve never been here!
“That’s better,” he turns with a smirk on his face. Honestly, I’ve never met a person who smirks so much. It’s like it’s a smirking competition for him all day every day! Smirk, smirk, smirk!
“What are you thinking about, Lara?” he…well, smirks again. As if he knows exactly what I am thinking.
“Nothing!” I lie and then I finally take in what I see. I slowly walk around him in a circle, trying not to miss any details. He is wearing white today, probably to mix with the crowd. A tunic, pants and traditional golden arm
