💘Chicken, olive oil, red cabbage and tomato saladI duck into a cozy bookstore tucked between two boutiques, its shelves lined with books in every language, and spend an hour browsing, eventually buying a French novel with a tattered cover, drawn to its worn pages.
🧦Large vase with flowersAfter washing her face and drying it with a soft towel, Clara opens the medicine cabinet, taking out a small jar of face cream, dabbing a little on her cheeks and forehead, massaging it in gently.
🍔Grape-strawberry juicePhone in sports bag“Take me home,” she said, her voice unchanged, as if nothing had happened, as if she hadn’t just killed one of her closest allies, as if betrayal was just another part of her day, routine and unremarkable.