During the walk to his apartment, Alessandro was very calm. He left his hand resting on my knee the whole way, only taking it off occasionally to take my hand and bring it to his lips, giving it a chaste kiss.

He didn't say anything the whole way, and I found it strange, because at the restaurant I saw fire in his eyes. Those violet eyes were almost incandescent.

In the building's garage, he unbuckled my seatbelt, opened the car door, and helped me get out. He put his arm around my waist and pulled me close. We walked slowly and relaxed to the elevator and went up to his apartment, still in complete silence.

When we got in, he told me to wait, as he would get a plate and silverware from the kitchen so we could eat the pie. He came back with a slice of pie on a plate, two forks, and a jar of chocolate sauce. He took me by the hand and calmly led me to the top floor of the apartment.

It was beautiful, with a privileged view of the city. I had been to his apartment a few times and had ne