Both Paolo and Sofia had very good sleeps, in separate flats. Paolo woke refreshed, but bewildered that he was alone, with no sign of Sofia ever having been there. Part of him was a touch relieved because despite a wonderful climax to ‘games night’, she’d rather unnerved him. Another part of him would have liked an early morning ‘aperitif’.
He called her name, wondering if she was in the bathroom, kitchen or living room of the small flat. No reply. He got up, stretched, scratched himself below...
“Ah well!”
He ambled naked into the living room.
There on the table...