there is a little lake

The path continued for several meters and the air became humid. At that time there was really a lousy time, March was always variable in the north of Italy

I hoped it would not rain, since there were still puddles from the day before, I would have preferred a sunny day.

My lips tightened and I found myself smiling thinking about when my mother was making pie and I helped her or when i sang with the band in pubs, I had a crush on my singer but I could never tell him about it, I wondered if were healthy or infected and if it were the first of the two things, where he had found shelter.

I looked at Linda and Omar holding hands, swinging slowly while I walked behind their, occasionally looking over my shoulder.

They also looked around from time to time.

<<guys ... I need a little break >> I said embarrassed while giggling. scratched the back of my neck and then look at the trees on our right.

Linda smiled and approached me looking at Omar.

<< you stay here, we go behind that tree, I watch your back >> explained the blonde pointing at the tree in question.

We returned a few minutes later after buttoning my jeans.

<< done here >> I said shrugging and so we resumed walking, I turned the backpack in front of my bust and took the bottle of water to drink a drop and at that moment Omar stepped up.

<< girls! Oh god, look! >> he said pointing to the right. beyond the branches of the trees one could see a river reached by a small path that descended quite steeply.

<< how nice, let's take a break >> I proposed moving his hand as if to show him to follow me.

<< We should hurry up, it will take a long time to reach the Alps! >> replied Omar so I showed off my best sweet eyes that I could do, I was not a very feminine and vain but when I wanted I could pull out a tender part, or at least I thought.

<< c'moooon! This world is fuked but the only advantage is that we can do everithing we want! so let's take a break! >> I explained, Linda seemed to agree with me.

<< Milena is not wrong honey! >>.

Omar remained hesitant, smiling a little displaced by the thing; he looked at the path we were going along and then the one that came down, his expression was incredulous and amused.

<< c'mooon Omar! >> I told him again, approaching and taking him by the wrist dragged him << do not be an asshole >> I added and so I convinced him