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Marco didn't look at his phone. Sofia didn't check the time. He just popped the cap off a cold glass bottle, the fizz echoing the rhythm of the song, and handed it to her with a wink. "To the sweet life," he said.

"To never going back," she replied, as the chorus kicked in and the world turned Technicolor. fedez_tananai_mara_sattei_la_dolce_vita_officia...

The radio on the Vespa was fighting a losing battle against the wind, but the brassy blast of a trumpet cut through anyway. Marco leaned into the curve of the Amalfi coast, the scent of saltwater and expensive lemon trees sticking to his linen shirt. Marco didn't look at his phone