Sara and Luca finished their breakfast, and they stepped out of the cafe.
"Where should we begin then?" Sara asked, keen on exploration. "I heard about a small village here, one of those white villages. Shall we go and explore that region?" she suggested.
"If we go that far now, then we may not be able to return to the hotel until late evening," Luca countered, looking thoughtful. "Instead, let's just explore the market here in town first." He then suddenly changed the subject. "Do you enjoy going on rides?" he inquired, his lips curving into a suggestive, teasing smile.
"Yes, I do. Why?" Sara asked, intrigued.
"Well, there's—" Luca's explanation was abruptly cut off by the ring of his phone. He pulled it out of his coat's pocket and answered the call, walking a few steps away.
Sara let him talk, turning to enjoy the pleasant view of the bustling street around them.
"Luca, you should leave that place as soon as possible," Remo said urgently from the other side with worry.
