After party – we all migrated to Angelo’s studio. Did whatever. Listened to music. I made myself the last person there. “I could leave, or we could make out.” We both stood up. I pushed Angelo against a wall.

In bed, I said something about how it is easier to be forward before leaving the country. 

“Let’s fall in love”
“In four days?”
“Ten minutes.”

I climbed on top of him. We looked in each other’s eyes. Smiled and giggled. Talked about sunglasses.

Morning sunbeams infused with Angelo’s perfume.