The Best Thing

The taxi tires hummed a monotonous rhythm over the ancient cobblestone streets, carrying me away from the lion's den. Florence slid past the glass window in a vibrant blur of glowing streetlamps and lively evening crowds. The city was drenched in its usual intoxicating charm, with couples strolling along the Arno River and laughter spilling out from the open doors of local trattorias. But sitting