I feel freer.
I feel Lucia's eyes on me and I do not acknowledge her or even try to know what's in her mind, I just look outside the window and listen in the conversation Justus is having with Nicole.
They are talking about what we can expect there and all they are doing is speculating. I wonder why Lucia is not trying to join in the conversation or tell them more on what they don't seem to clearly know.
All she is doing is watching me and then I feel her eyes on my waist and I finally look at her. When I follow her gaze I see my shirt has ridden up exposing the mark. I quickly pull the shirt down and look outside the window, not wanting to talk about it.
She speaks though, despite my obvious show of not in the mood of it. "That's beautiful," she says and I don't say anything.
"Where did you get such an ancient tattoo, its skilfully drawn? I am smitten," she goes on and I can't help but briefly close my eyes and exhale knowing what's to follow.
