Marco reached his fork out to pluck a piece of watermelon from the bowl of fruits that sat on the table between us as we overlooked the birds splash around in the man - made waterfall at the back garden .
I was actually picking some ripened tomatoes with Greta a few minutes ago but Marco found me with a bowl of delicious fresh fruits and two forks . Greta had left immediately after she saw Marco . I was then lead by the hand to a garden bench where we sat and enjoyed the fruit together .
Marco filled me in on his day yesterday and how productive he had been and the changes to security he had made . I watched him talk and listened to his every word but I would give everything to read his mind . I wanted to know what he thought about us . Really thought about us . Or had the change in ou
