"Promise me you will be a good boy." I hugged Milan one more time trying to hold back my tears. It was time to go back to New York. It was monday afternoon and Flynn was waiting for me outside.

"I will mommy." he said bravely as he clutched aunt lydia's hand tightly. "When are you coming back?"


"Soon baby." I promised, kissing him on his forehead. I stood up and faced Aunt Lydia and Larissa. We had already said our goodbyes earlier this morning.

I hugged them one more time, before picking up my handbag.

Last night Larissa and I had a long girls talk. We talked about everything that happened in the past six years. She told me that she lived with her boyfriend in Italy and she was currently a model for a well known italian swimwear company.


"Visit me soon." I murmured as I hugged her once again.

"I will love." she whispered. I said my final goodbyes to all of them and walked outside where Flynn was waiting for me.


"Ready?" he asked. I nodded and stepped in the car. He sat next to me and studied me.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." I mumbled and started spacing out. I really hate leaving Barcelona.

I don't know how long we were driving, but when the car stopped I looked outside and it was not the airport.

"Uh, Flynn what are we doing here?" I asked unsurely. We were at the Plaça de Catalunya. The last time I visited this place was four years ago with Aunt Lydia and Milan.

"You don't want to go sightseeing before you leave the city, I know you miss Barcelona."

I looked at him wide eyed. How did he know? "Are you for real?"

"Yes, come one." He opened the door for me and I stepped out.

The Plaça is known for its fountains and statues, the proximity to some of Barcelona's most popular attractions, and the flocks of pigeons that gather in the centre. When I was younger I loved to take pictures at the fountains and feed the pigeons.

Flynn placed his hand around my shoulders which made me look up at him.

"May I ask why Vasilios?" I quirk an eyebrow, as I pointed at his hand around my shoulder.

He just shrugged but didn't bother pulling it away. "I don't want to lose you." he answered simple.

I rolled my eyes, but before I could say something my eyes spotted a tapa restaurant.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" I squealed excitedly, pointing at the restaurant. "Let's go get tapas."

"You like those?"

I nodded. "You don't?"

"I never said I didn't pudding."

We walked towards the restaurant and a sweet old lady in a blue apron was sitting behind the counter. "Can I help you dear?" she asked in a soft fragile voice. She looked old, probably in her late seventies. Her face and hands were wrinkled and her hair was colored ash grey, but the smile on her face was genuine and her eyes sparked kindness.

I looked at the varieties of Tapas in the display cabinet and my eyes lit up when I saw my favorites. "Can I have a Tray Of Montaditos." I asked, loosening myself out of Flynn's grip so I could get my tapas. "You don't want tapas Vasilios?"