"You know they say, in every men's life
There comes a time when he get stroke by the arrow of cupid,
By the love of God,
Or the beauty of woman,
Sometimes this love brings thunder to your life
And it brings the storm,
Sing about it. . ."

Chapter 1

Carlo Ventresca was walking through the streets of Rome. Today he felt like an ordinary man and without his cassock no one would expect a priest behind this handsome young man. A priest in his early 20's was very rare anyway. And as much as he enjoyed walking through Rome, his life was dedicated to God, dedicated to the church. But today the Pope had sent him away to remind him of all the other people outside Vatican City.

"My dear son, I think there's still a lesson you haven't learned yet." the Pope had said "You are a creation of God. But so are all the other people. Go outside and try to see the world with God's eyes."

And that he did. Carlo was so concentrated on the world around him that he didn't notice the woman with the huge city map until they collided.

"Oh. . . I'm so sorry." the woman apologised, picking up the map that fell to they ground during the crash. "I didn't see you, I was so. . ."

"Concentrated?!" Carlo finished her sentence.

"Yeah." she laughed nervously. "That's what I wanted to say."

Carlo stared at her for a while. She was indeed a creation of God, that was for sure. Her long, curly hair shone like light brown satin in the afternoon sun. She had blue eyes, not brown like most women in Italy. Her skin was pale and she spoke in a perfect English so that Carlo assumed she came from a northern country.

"Ehm. . . can I help you?" he asked.

"Yes, actually. I'm looking for the Piazza Navona." she said.

"No problem. It's not far away from here. I can show you the way if you want to."

"That would be great." the woman smiled.

Carlo started walking towards the piazza and the woman followed him. They said nothing for quite a while and Carlo started to feel uncomfortable. He was not used to situations like this: walking through Rome together with a beautiful woman. The tourists around them probably expected them to be a couple.

"Okay." Carlo finally said when they reached the piazza. "That's the Fontana dei Quattro Fiumi."

"Sounds. . .good but I have no idea what this mean. I speak about no Italian at all."

"Oh, I'm sorry. It is called the Fountain of the four Rivers." he explained.

"It looks very impressive." she answered and sat down on a bench.

Carlo hesitated but after a moment he took the place next to her.

"So, you are here on holiday?" he asked.

"No, not really. It's kind of job-related but I don't want to talk about it right now. Today is my last day off." Carlo searched her eyes and found both sadness and perfect joy.

"Too bad we didn't meet before. But. . ."

Carlo couldn't finish his words. All of a sudden the woman jumped up and went a few steps. He looked at her with confusion.

"I'm so sorry. I've got to go. I have to be back at 6." she said.

Carlo, too, stood up and walked towards her to say goodbye. She stepped closer and pecked him on the cheek.

"I'm sorry. I just had to do this. By the way. . .my name is Jenna." she said while she walked backwards. A few seconds later she turned around and disappeared among the crowd. Carlo stood there for a while before he shook his head, laughing and went back home.