chapter 20

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Tini's pov

*I woke up because of the sun shining on my face. A brand new day! I went to the bathroom and cleaned my face. I looked at myself... mabye I was too mad and overreacted yesterday. What I said in my room was true but I like it here too. I should enjoy my time here and not make scenes. How many people are so lucky to time-travel, right? I got dressed and went to the kitchen where Jorge was preparing breakfast.*

T: Good morning!

*No answer... mabye he didn't hear me. I stood next to him and  greeted him again*

T: Good morning

*No answer... he just nodded. What happened?*

T: Do you want me to help?

*He shook his head quietly... is something wrong with his voice? I sat at the table and after a while, he placed breakfast in front of me*

T: Thank you

*We were eating silently until the doorbell rang. Jorge stood up and sprinted to open the door. After a while he came back with Rugge, Cande and Alba*

A: Good morning Tini

C&R: Hi

T: Good morning

J: Have you eaten yet?

R&A: Yes

*Nothing is wrong with his voice... so it has to be something else.*

C: We don't have to work today, where would you like to go?

A: Because Tini doesn't know the city well, we can take her to see the culture here. Squares, monuments...

R: That's not a bad idea! Who's in?

C&A&T: Me!!

R: Jorge?

J: Okay, I'm going

*After breakfast and a bicker between Jorge and Ruggero over who should drive, we sat in Jorge's car and he started driving... he was silent the whole ride while the three friends in the backseat had a heated conversation about chocolate. I want to break his silence.*

T: Jorge, can I-

J: Look, we're here

*We arrived to the square. Jorge parked the car nearby and we walked around. The square hasn't changed at all except for some buildings. I like this one more than the modern one. After our promenade on the square, we went to the museum and some shops too. Fashion here is so different. Dresses and skirts, classy and shiny shoes everywhere. I would prefer trousers and a sweater. After a long but nice day, we arrived home. Since morning, Jorge talked to me only twice. I don't know what happened to him...*

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