Gio had been in Rome for nearly 3 months now. There had been nothing keeping him in New York; the girl of his dreams didn't choose him but chose herself and even though he had the business he didn't want to be there anymore. He had been trying to find somewhere in Rome to stay as the hotel was VERY expensive and he could not afford to stay there much longer. He had sold his deli to his cousin Marco and had heard that Betty had come looking for him and was shocked to find he had moved.

Gio really wanted to forget that name: Betty Suarez. When she had told him she had chosen herself, he had died a little inside. He was still hurting over her, but was trying his best to forget. However, this was not going to be as easy as he had first thought.

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"Thank you for flying with Air Italia today. We have just arrived in Rome and it is 23c outside. Please enjoy your stay. We hope you had a good flight and will see you again soon." Betty got off of the plane and headed to the baggage clamp as soon as she could. She had important business to attend to that involved a certain Italian and luckily she knew exactly where he would be.

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At quarter to 9, Gio heard a loud bang at the door. "For Christ sake," he started, "I told you I didn't want any room service!" He threw the door open and saw Betty stood there. "Suarez! What are you doing here? How did you know where I would be?" he exclaimed, clearly shocked. She smiled and held up a pickle napkin with the address scrawled on it. All the anger and resentment he had felt over the last 3 months had vanished all because of that cute smile.

She waved happily at him and before he knew what was happening her lips were attached to his, her body pressed close and her arms around his neck. He kissed her back with all the pent up desire and emotions that he had been storing away for months. After pulling apart for oxygen, Betty smiled up at him and exclaimed, "It's you Gio! You were always the guy! I was just too blind to see it." Tears of happiness rolled down her face. He pulled her into an embrace and closed the door that had been still open.

"We have to talk, Ms Suarez," he said looking at her. She had changed a fair bit since he last saw her. Her bangs had grown out and her hair was a bit shorter. Her clothes were the same as ever, bright and bold. But the thing that had changed the most was her eyes, not the appearance of them but what was hidden beneath. He could now see desire and passion.

"Why are you here?" he asked her as he took hold of her hand. Betty smiled and looked over at him shyly. "Well, there's a certain Italian sandwich maker that I realised that I love and he never came back to New York to see me. I couldn't bare the thought of my life without him, so came to find him. He once told me to stop worrying about how I am supposed to be and to just be, so that is what I am doing. Plus I missed my chicken salad sandwich with sun dried tomatoes," she explained to him. Gio laughed at her and then what she had said finally processed through his head. "YOU LOVE ME!?!" he exclaimed a little too loudly and excitedly. Gio turned beetroot and Betty giggled. "Well, to be honest! Yes!" she said throwing her arms around him. "That changes everything," he said pulling her onto his knee and kissing her passionately. He had some serious thinking to do about what he wanted to do with his life. Betty had just thrown his new plans in the air, but it was going to be well worth it h could tell.