Florence was much more beautiful than you thought. Hannibal wanted to show you its beauty. Now it was your first dinner in the new place, so he decided to cook fish as the main course. You sat by the window, feeling the light warm breeze coming through the window and looking somewhere into the distance.

"What are you thinking about, my love?"

Hannibal's voice caressed the ear. He turned his brown eyes to you, studying you carefully.