"No," she whispered, the manele beat pulsing behind them like a heartbeat. "The song says 'Ask me for whatever you want.' But you never ask what I need . I don't need the gold, Andrei. I need the man who didn't have any of it."
Andrei reached out, taking her hand. "The song says I’d give you the moon from the sky. Is that what’s wrong? I haven't found a way to pull it down yet?" "No," she whispered, the manele beat pulsing behind
Andrei sat at the head of the table, his silk shirt unbuttoned halfway. He had everything—the cars, the influence, the respect. But as the speakers began to play the familiar opening chords of his gaze drifted to Elena, who was standing by the balcony railing, looking out at the waves. I need the man who didn't have any of it
Elena turned, a small, sad smile playing on her lips. "You spend your life giving everyone what they want, Andrei. The neighbors want to see the cars, the boys want to see the money, and you want everyone to see me." I haven't found a way to pull it down yet
The lyrics echoed through the salt air: "Ask me for whatever you want / I’ll give you my soul too."
