(SERGIO)
Nursing a glass of Ciro, I keep a close eye on the clock and wait. Work kept me till late in the evening, but it's getting a little too late, and a feeling of dread is beginning to settle on my stomach. Ivanna and Karlen should have returned by now.
Am I wrong, or do I feel a romantic attachment to her? I have to tread carefully. My instincts tell me that Karlen doesn't think of Ivanna like that. But there is a slim chance that I misjudged the situation.
I snort as I stare out at the dark vineyards. Ever since I was fourteen, I have never misjudged a situation. That is how I've managed to stay alive for this long. Now, my instincts are screaming at me that they aren't attracted to each other, and that she is attracted to me.
But I will soon find out.
