Zenovia

We stood behind the Brașov sign about ten minutes or later. The picturesque views across the hills were truly amazing.

“This is worth the little effort we had,” I told Maksimillian smilingly.

I had no idea if what I felt right now would have been the same if I went alone.

He put an arm around my shoulders and kissed my temple. At the same time, he took a selfie of us, with the city below us as the backdrop. I didn’t actually expect he’d do it. I wanted to tell him to delete it, but maybe he would after this. He wouldn’t keep it, would he? Especially after...