And in that hour, Vincent pledged his undying love six times, to never leave four times, she was the best lover he’d ever had eight times, and even offered to clean her apartment from top to bottom including beating her area rug any time she so desired. As the time winds down to when Agostina needs to start thinking about returning to work, she cautions Vincent about their situation. 

“Yes, Vincent. I care for you, too, but for now, I cannot think about the future. I have certain business partners who must not know about us. If they found out, it might jeopardise the restaurant. I might lose it. This has to be our secret for now.”

“Don’t worry about me. At one time in my life, I took confessionals. I pledge my silence. Does this have anything to do with Monsieur Feneon?”

“I cannot say. Vincent, the less you know, the better. Understand?”

“I will do as you request, but if there’s anything you ever need me to do, if there’s anything I can ever do to relieve you from a situation, please let me know.”

“I will. Now, I have to take a quick nap and get ready for the evening shift.” She sets an alarm clock, “You’re welcome to nap with me. Stay as long as you wish. There is food in the kitchen, whatever your heart desires.”

Vincent lies down beside her and closes his eyes.

An hour later he awakens to the sound of children playing outside the window. Lying beside him is a note.

  Don’t worry about anything. Make sure the door is locked when you leave.

  Enjoyed your company. Maybe we can talk again next week?

   Ciao Vinni, 

   Agostina