Hola, Signore Ramos

Cathy finds herself sitting beside the Turia fountain in Valencia. The running sound of the water brings with itself, a certain amount of calm. Like the calm in a whirlwind storm. But, it's not only the water. It's the picturesque scene that complements the fountain she sitting beside. The Spanish architecture that lies before it, complementing it as it shows off its elegance without taking its beauty away

She admires the picturesque scene, but as she does, her eyes often leer from side to side, wondering where Davide could be.

After bringing her to the fountain, he'd said he needed to take care of a few things before they both visited Jorge.

A lump forms in her throat as she remembers how he left. It was... suspicious. 

The half-smile he gave her before he left. His withering gait as he disappeared away from the crowd. Head bowed with his pace slowed. Like a man wrestling with a dilemma that weighs heavy on his heart.