“So, why Italia? It is beautiful here. I know, but any reasons that are personal for your travels?” Marcello asked.
Lunnah enjoyed the way he weaved words. They were in no way typical, but the diction was unique. “I don’t know. I just felt called, I guess.”
“Called?” Marcello asked. Both Marcello and Julia listened intently.
“It’s something my heart felt it needed to do for me to feel alive.” Lunnah twirled some rice pasta around her fork and kept it on the plate.
“Ah, yes… Passione!” Marcello said, putting a spoonful of risotto in his mouth.
“And I’m on the lookout from my tribe.”
“Tribe?” Julia asked.
“Friends. But not just any kind of friends—”
“Amico dell’anima,” Marcello said.
“Sounds beautiful. What does that mean?” Lunnah asked.
“Friends of the soul,” Julia said.