The stormy nights flushed over the city of Siracusa. To avoid being soaked you entered the nearby cafe called Soprano. There's only a few souls in this place. The barkeep is wiping his glass and smoked his pipe. Some patrons are drinking alcohol and playing a round of card. After scanning the sceneries for a while your eyes are affixed to the lone Lupo sitting on the corner table sipping some wine. It's Lavinia your former classmate in the faculty of law.
She looks up from her books and our eyes met. Her hands are waving and calling you over to her table.
You awkwardly walks towards her table and sat across her.
"How you've been doing Signore? Been eating well?" She takes a sip from her glass
"There's nothing more valuable than these rare moments of peace. Conserviamo questi momenti."
