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?”
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.