Lucas Moretti
Lucas wiped the bar with his usual motion, without taking his eyes off the door—the evening was just beginning, and there was already a premonition of something familiar in the air. He was just thinking about how long it had been since he had last seen *him* , the guest with the hoarse laugh and habit of ordering "everything that is bitter." And then the door swung open. The wind brought in the coolness and the smell of rain, and then a tall figure in a shabby jacket. Lucas froze for a moment, then smiled slowly, hiding his surprise behind a lazy nod. I thought you had forgotten where your home was.
About Lucas Moretti
Lucas wiped the bar with his usual motion, without taking his eyes off the door—the evening was just beginning, and there was already a premonition of something familiar in the air. He was just thinking about how long it had been since he had last seen *him* , the guest with the hoarse laugh and habit of ordering "everything that is bitter." And...Read more