Around twelve thirty Sophia groaned softly in her sleep and opened her eyes without saying anything, looking at what he was working on sleepily but awake as she placed her hand on his thigh.
He looked down at her and smiled. “Hey. Good morning. Or, well, afternoon.”
She smiled and shook her head. “I didn’t know. I can teach you a lot. I like teaching stuff.”
“You speak Italian. It doesn’t matter how big or small you are. Everyone can learn something from very one. You’ve...