“The very essence of romance is uncertainty.”
― Oscar Wilde

On my last evening in Verona I walked through Piazza Erbe one last time.  While resting at a cafe I noticed this young man waiting by a statue holding a red rose and looking nervous.  I wasn’t going to shoot him, but then the old man to the left walked by him and noticed him as well.  He gave him a look I couldn’t pass photographing – a knowing look.  It’s not the best of photo quality…but it says a lot about the two men and their thoughts.