on their faces. Both were both happy and worried at the same time, for different reasons, and their minds were headed straight for the moment, which was now imminent, when they would finally be able to speak undisturbed.

They saw no one in the highest piazza on the mountain.

Once they had put their feet back on the ground, both she and he took off their helmets and their sunglasses, and they studied each other intensely. The sense of knowing that girl from somewhere presented itself again to Marco's mind, combined with a thousand doubts and a curiosity that he wasn't able to translate into specific questions. It was nice to be there with her and to look at each other while the cool breeze caressed their faces, but it was necessary to get answers: who was she? Where had they met before? And what did she want from him?

She understood immediately, observed him sweetly, and began to talk and to explain.