43. Black and white

I walked to the back of the house, followed by the cold attitude of the hot guy I liked. I had prepared the place where we were to stay for the next two or three hours. Ivalina made some kind of Bulgarian brownies with orange crusts, and I got a thermos with hot white chocolate. Two teacups and a big plate of the doughy delicacy were resting on a small table with two garden chairs nearby.

“It’s a little chilly today and with the ocean breeze, it’s even colder. I thought that we might need a warm drink and a snack while we were here,” I explained and showed the table to the famous boy.

“Thank you. I have no idea what this is, but I am actually a little hungry,” Thomas said, and I smiled.

There was a saying I knew from Ivalina, and I secretly hoped it was true. She often told me that “the way to a man’s heart goes