Whoa! Emiliano had imagined just a few things, like the piano and maybe the food, because there was hot cocoa, just like the one made at his grandmother's house, sitting on the table, ready to be tasted, enjoyed. And food, lots of food.

"What about...we eat first?" He suggested, offering a chair to Karma then as she sat down, he could take the one in front and start eating, and maybe have a long conversation with her, just like the many times they had been...alone.