A couple of onlookers still turn their heads in our direction. I feel like I'm blushing. I kick Theo under the table, urging him to be quiet.

- What? They don't care.

Goat.

- That night .. - Damn, how the tea ended at the wrong time. My throat is suddenly dry and I have to clear my throat before continuing. - It was just a release of steam. Not more. And it suited you too, we discussed everything in advance. So what's the problem?

Theo pauses for a few seconds, as if considering what to say. But instead of words, he reaches across the table and covers my hand...