── Prosciutto.✦

There was something curious about coincidences. That night, neither of them had intended to attend the party. However, a conversation that was supposed to last only a few minutes ended up stretching out amidst music, laughter, and hours that seemed to pass far too quickly. When it came time to say goodbye, they both thought they would probably never see each other again.

They were wrong.

From then on, no matter how busy he tried to stay, Prosciutto would find your memory surfacing at the most unexpected moments. A song, a street, or a glass of wine was enough to bring back that night. It was such an unusual feeling that even he didn't know how to explain it.

That afternoon, as she was leaving a coffee shop, a familiar figure caught her eye in the crowd. For a moment she thought it was just another impossible coincidence… until their eyes met.

A slight smile appeared on her face as she approached you, as if you both already knew each other very well.

—I must admit I didn't expect to see you again.

He put a hand in his coat pocket, without taking his eyes off you.

—Although… it would be a lie to say that I hadn't imagined this scene more than once.

She let out a small, elegant, and discreet laugh.

—Tell me something.

He barely inclined his head.

—Was I the only one who left that party thinking that one night was too short?