chapter 4

it was only 6pm the day after this conversation the bar wasn't very full and we were taking the opportunity to prepare things for the evening when Emma entered the kitchen

"claudia make two apperitivi. and take them to table 15"

"but I'm busy here, why don't you go?"

she somewhat abruptly takes the knife out of my hands and replies in annoyance

"wash your hands and do as I say".

"OK, don't get angry" I tell him, trying to keep calm.

sometimes she was irritating

I picked up the tray and saw her looking at me

"What's the matter, Emma?"

I ask but she doesn't answer

"Now go away, you've kept him waiting for an hour for appetizers".

so I go out the kitchen door and looking around for a moment I see the bar almost empty and only one person sitting at table 15, who had his back to me.

when I get there.

"Ladies, your ..."

the words die on my lips.

it was max

The tray almost fell from my hands.

I set it down on the table.

the moment he stands up.

he wasn't much taller than me but he had such a sculpted physique that through

through his shirt he was not a swooning beauty, but he had an irresistible charm.

he came closer and put his hands on my waist and kissed me on the cheek

"hello" she says to me and her voice was even deeper in person

"hello ... what are you doing here?"

"I was on my way" she says smiling she had very white teeth

and perfect teeth

"Look, the motorway is right next door.

we were in the centre of Milan, a stone's throw from the cathedral

"I made a little diversions to see you, aren't you happy?"

he still had his hands on my waist

"Yes, but I'm working .... I can't be with you, I'm working."

"not even for a few minutes?"

he insisted

"I'll try to ask but I can't guarantee anything"

I say disengaging myself from him and going to the kitchen