““I look up at him, and my heart stops for a moment. “Luca!” Andrea says, echoing Leonardo. “ Finalmente! ” “This is Luca, our friend,” Leonardo says happily as I think: Luca. Finally. “Ciao ,” Luca says, nodding at us, his long legs stretched out, crossed at the ankles. He’s wearing a dark blue shirt tucked into black jeans, and silver rings on a couple of his long fingers, the cigarette held loosely between them. His inky hair tumbles over his forehead, and I see, with a shock like a knife to the chest, that his eyes, heavily fringed with thick black lashes, are the midnight blue of sapphires or deep seawater. I can’t speak.””
