If they've known each other for two years, then why are they planning their life now? There are pieces of that puzzle that don't fit.
So Dante asks again, “Oh...I thought you were in Arabia two years ago.”
Bruno is about to bite into his sandwich, but he stops halfway through.
“Well, yeah...I met her and then I traveled to Saudi.”
If they just met, why is Sarah here? Risking her life for a man she barely knows. Dante's gaze tells me he suspects something too.
Bruno's hands squeeze the food tightly; it looks like it's about to explode.
“Sarah,” He calls her, softening his muscles a little. “Come here to eat, beautiful.”
As if she had heard the song of the mermaids, she gets up hypnotized by the voice of her lover and walks towards him.
Bruno looks at me defiantly, but not for less than a second, as he steps aside to let Sarah sit down next to me.
I don't like it.
She behaves as a slave, after all.
And now I feel like we're sailing towards the same destination.
