“Ciao. May I help you?” He asks. “Um, not really. I’m just looking around.” I reply. “Alright. Well I’m Antonio.”
Antonio. The name rolls off my tongue with such ease. As soon as I saw him, I was in love. I know we could be together. I could move to Italy and we could live together. He has the darkest hair and the darkest eyes. He is a typical Italian man. A typical Italian man that I love. “Hazel.” I stick out my hand for him to shake.
He shakes it. “Would you like to hang out sometime?” He asks. “Of course!” I reply. “Eccezionale! I’ll see you tomorrow!” He walks back behind the counter and starts to make pizzas again. The next day I walk to the pizza place. Antonio is behind the counter serving people, but as soon as he sees me, he stops work to come over to me.…show more content… Shall we go?” He holds out his arm for me to take it and I do. As we walk out, he turns around and waves to another man behind the counter. “My father.” He explains. I nod and we walk out the restaurant. A moped is sitting on the sidewalk and he gestures towards it. There are two helmets on top of the scooter. He puts one on and gives the other to me. I put it over my mess that I call hair and hop onto the small scooter. He starts the engine and we start moving along the cobbled sidewalks of the city. We pass people and I wave to them. My hair flies out from underneath the helmet and I love the feeling of the wind in my hair. Suddenly, the moped slows down. I look around and we are in the heart of Rome. The Great Colosseum looms in front of us. He gets off the moped and offers me his hand. I take it and jump off the
