The restaurant chosen by Eduardo was discreet and welcoming. No extravagant luxury... just candles, soft instrumental music, and a balcony overlooking the sea.
Elisa arrived punctually, as always. She wore a simple black dress, but her presence was magnetic. Eduardo, upon seeing her, stood up immediately.
You look beautiful.
Thank you. ... she said, sitting down.
The waiter brought white wine and a light appetizer. During the first few minutes, they talked about neutral things: medicine, travel, music. Elisa was serene, but observant. Eduardo seemed... different.
There was something in his eyes. A contained urgency.
As if he was about to bare his soul.
After the starter, he took a deep breath.
I need to tell you something. Something I've carried for a long time... and that didn't make sense until recently.
She stared at him, steadily.
I'm listening.
He lowered his eyes, fidgeting with his glass.
