Catania was immersed in the evening bustle. The almost empty bar you entered was lit by a soft, warm light. The laconic bartender was silently wiping another glass, and unobtrusive music was flowing from under the fingers of a musician plucking strings on a low stage.

A dark-haired woman in a pantsuit sat casually at the bar, sipping beer and occasionally shaking her head and humming to the beat of a light jazz melody.