-Marcello-
"Going to the academy tomorrow?" I ask her. She shakes her head.
"No, I'm going to work from home."
"Your project?" I ask.
She stops walking. "Do you think that's a problem?"
"No, I'm just curious." I answer her.
"I'm afraid that if I tell you everything, you're going to look at me very differently." She confesses to me. She looks uncertainly at the ground and bites her lip. I grab her face and make her look at me. "Tell me." I kiss her lips. "There's nothing I think is crazy about you, why else should I look at you? It's not that you did anything, right?" I shrug my shoulders. She nods and she walks away from me to the closet where she takes the folder out of.
"It's a long story.", she begins as she takes the folder to the couch.
"I have the time. I don't have ap
