After Filippo’s funeral, you were walking back to your apartment in the city centre. Filippo was a great friend of yours, and his death had pained you particularly.

Shortly after leaving the church, you heard step’s behind you. You turned to see Eva, Filippo’s sister. She was holding a small hairpin between two two of her fingers, and she handed it to you. “You dropped this.” She said, an imperceptible hint of a smile on her lips.

“I don’t think it’s mine..” You said, looking at the hairpin.

“I know.. it’s mine. It was just an excuse to talk to you.” She said as she tossed the pin on the ground. “Can I walk you home?” She asked.