Autunno.

The fall.

They where at the restaurant now. The table comfortably wide, not enormous, not too tight. Fresh, sprkling white wine shined on their glasses as they awaited for the maitre. It could not be natural for any of the two, but they weren't in a rush at all, sufficiently entertained by te kind of all-times-discovery a conversation with a complete stranger towards who you feel a strange, cool attraction can be.

- Wich's your favorite season? - Came, unexpected, a seemingly too simple, childish question, out of the blue. He had no idea why e'd ask that, but felt no need to control impulses where he was.
- My favorite season? - Came the answer in an almos mocking, funny way.
- Yeah, yeah... Well, wich is it? - He couldn't help feeling confident, he had had no need to think twice since before they had said "Hola" and "Bonsoir".
- Mm.Well, autumn. - She didn't think it over, it was noticeable her answer was a resolute one.
- Autumn? - He asked, in that well known way of saying "why?"
This time she waited just enouth to let her thoughts train signal one direction for her coral lips to follow.
- I love autumn... 'Cause I like every other season. It kind of... Mixes 'em all up. Summer is just warm, summery. Winter's winter, and Spring is always wet and warm or too cold. Autumn... can be anything, you have no idea what temperature you'll be having at your birthday when you're taurus like me. And autumn's rainy days are amazing. Cold enough to remind you summer will have to leave, as everything else, eventually; they can even give you goosebumps - she slid a hand up her arm as she spoke this- but you're still comfortable in a T-shirt. You can even go for a walk under the pouring rain, or use it as an excuse for staying in bed with your hot cocoa and a good movie, thinking of or feeling the warmth from beloved towering arms beind you. Autumn is a joker.
- Then you like it because you like the whole year? It's good for you to enjoy every day but... Ain't it a little... Lie you can't pick anything so you take that?
- Not at all. I love autumn. If what I said leads to that, which is pretty much ossible, then let's just say my heart beats in fall's direction. It's as true as my attempt to make it sound logical.


half a minute of silence fell, not awkard, just silence, and the waiter came along to do his job. When he left, he leaned on a side over his chair's arm and freshly comented:
- You know what?
- Hm?
- You're unlike everyone I've met before.
After her smile spread a little wider she answered in the same fashion, not pretending, "I know".