Before Julius could say anything, a quintet of accordions interrupted him. I turned toward the source of that traditional Italian music; I had forgotten that these restaurants are commonly visited by tourists, so it’s usual for musicians to be hired by the establishment to liven up the atmosphere.
In a way, I was grateful for a moment of silence, but even with the music, it wasn’t enough, as his gaze remained fixed on me.
"It’s been a long time since I heard that song," he expressed, perhaps intending to change the subject after such an awkward silence.
"It’s strange that tourists listen to it more than Italians themselves, don’t you think?" I mentioned, going along with him to avoid returning to the previous topic. Julius smiled, showing that characteristic expression of his. It was th
