“Wedidjust talk.”
“True.” She smiled at him as he walked her to the door. “Thank you for dinner.”
He opened the door for her, but then shut it again before she could leave, closing his eyes. “Biba…”
She pressed her lips to his. “I know.”
They kissed again slowly, and then held each other for a long moment. “Bye, buddy,” she said, softly, trying to make him smile, but he shook his head.
“If you only knew what I was thinking.”
She touched his face. “I really do know. Goodnight, Cosimo.”
“Goodnight, Biba.”
It was only when she knew she was truly alone that Biba let herself cry.