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He reaches under the desk and brings out a small paper bag decorated with grease stains, handing it to me. “My grandmother made me these as a snack. They’re better warm, but still good cold. You eat those, maybe you get by until breakfast, yes?”
I take the bag. There are two or three lumpy things inside, and my mouth starts watering at the bready, savory smell of them. “Thank you!”
“Pastizzi,” he says. “Some filled with cheese and some with peas. You can make tea in your room. You’ll have breakfast with us tomorrow? You’ll need a taxi to the university tomorrow too?”
Yes and yes.
Snacks and tea? Oh hell yes.
The flaky little filled pastries are delicious. I eat them too fast, thinking about the conference and my life and the fact that as of today, I’ve been to three different countries now—assuming that I can even count Italy since I only saw it through the airport windows.
At least my life is a little more interesting now.
That night, I dream. I dream of lights and colors and music; I dream of a hand clutching mine, of a strong male body next to mine. Of dark eyes behind a mask. I dream of the swell of love, and I wake with tears, because I wanted to stay in the dream.
