SHATTERED AND TEMPTED
he asked and caressed my arm.
"How old are you?"
Luca looked at me. "I'm 35... oh, no... 36, I think," he said, sounding confused.
"How old are you really?" I asked, frowning.
"36... Today is September 3rd, it's my birthday," he said, as if it was nothing.
I blinked and stared at him. "I-It's your birthday today?"
He nodded. "Hmm, why?"
"Then why aren't you... why are you just... I mean, don't you celebrate?" I asked.