15. Chapter

"Yes, it is, Aleksander," I admit.

I do not move away from the haze that he causes so soon and deep in me. I don't even understand why it is generated, it's annoying, I feel sick and crazy looking at it like this.

After a while I get hungry, I prefer not to tell him, his mood is so indecipherable and unstable that I am afraid to ask if we are going to eat or not.

It is he, I suppose hungry too, who brings up the matter.

We ended up going to an Italian restaurant, one of the most famous in the city. It is a very large Italian restaurant, with a terrace, beautiful decoration, where you can still have lunch, dinner or just have a drink. Italian cuisine is delicious. I don't resist. The food is typical of a pizzeria (pastas, pizzas), however they also have more refined dishes or with some elegant touches, for example a Spanish gazpacho, which we obviously tried.

The waiter who served us not only brought that, our order consisted of: pasta, gazpachos, lasagna, meat with cheese and potatoes