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Michelangelo (Spike) Scarlatti glanced over at the queue of customers who were waiting to be served at the crowded coffee shop he was in. He was absentmindly stirring his coffee but didn't know why, as he didn't take sugar so nothing needed to be mixed together. A brown haired woman of about his age caught his eye and his gaze fixed onto her. She turned feeling his look and gave him a small smile. There was just something about her, he couldn't place it but there was. After she was served she was looking for a place to sit and Spike quickly made room for her next to him and shouted her over saying "There's a seat over here if you want it." She walked over to him and put her cup down onto the table and sat down and replied "Thanks, this place must be good as I don't think I have ever been in such a busy coffee shop." Spike took a minute to place the accent and narrowed it down to two countries. He wasn't that good at accents. "Is that a Scottish or Irish accent? I'm not sure." She smiled again and his stomach did a flip flop, what on earth was happening to him, no one had ever had an effect on him like that. She replied "Scottish, I'm here for the next 5 days on holiday and then it's back to the grind." Spike laughed but his stomach was doing a backwards flip for now and couldn't say much. He hadn't felt this way talking to a female since before high school and it was making him curse himself as he wasn't the usual confident self he normally was. "Only 5 days? That seems kinda short after travelling all that way. Why not longer?" She was sipping her coffee and let out a sigh, "That's great coffee; I arrived 3 days ago but went straight to Niagara Falls." "Sorry, my name's Spike I mean Mike" again he was feeling like a 14year old talking to a crush. She smiled at him again and replied "What you don't know your own name? Which one is it?" "Mike but most of my friends call me Spike due to a hairstyle that I had years ago" "Mike then" she replied. "I don't really call people by nick names, it's just the way I was brought up and I just can't shake it off. I'm Shona by the way. Nice to meet you."

Neither noticed the time passing but after the initial introductions the conversation just flowed and continued until the owner said to Spike in Italian "I ought to start charging you rent, Mikey. It's not like you to sit down for so long" Spike looked at his watch and about 2 hrs had passed, he was surprised to see Shona also looking at her watch as if she had understood what the owner had said. He was even more surprised when she replied to the owner in Italian "Sorry, I didn't notice the time. I really need to go if I want to get some sightseeing in." Spike felt like cupid's arrow had just hit him, not only did he get on well with her, the last 2 hours had passed in a blur, but she also spoke Italian. He was happy really happy. But Shona was gathering up her things and getting ready to leave. "Don't go yet" It automatically came out in Italian as since the other 2 were speaking it, "My uncle was just joking. I think. Do you want another coffee?" he nearly somersaulted when she replied "OK but you better make it a decaf. If I have any more caffeine then I won't need a plane to fly home on." Spike jumped up to get the coffees and also a giant cookie for them to share. "You speak Italian?" "Since birth" was her reply "it is my first language as my parents only spoke Italian at home but English outside. It was their way to make sure we grew up bilingual." The conversation then continued in Italian for another hour until Spike's phone rang and noticing that it was his sister calling said "I have to get this." Shona noticed that he wasn't saying much but could make out that the woman on the other end was distressed and crying. Spike's face was becoming concerned and he quickly hung up and stood up saying "Sorry, I have to go. My nephew has been hit by a truck." Shona stood up and said "I'd better be going as well. Hope he is ok." Spike then ran out of the door only realising half way to the hospital that he hadn't got a number for her or even the name of the hotel she was staying in during 3 hours of their conversation.

Shona went back to her hotel room feeling sad, she had never clicked like that with anyone in her life and she said out loud to herself "get a grip girl, you don't do short term flings." After a quick meal in the hotel's restaurant she looked at her tourist guides trying to work out what to do the next day. She couldn't concentrate and kept thinking about Mike, the guy she had spent a very quick 3 hours with. He was good looking comfortable to talk to and obviously cared about his family by the way he had quickly left. Shona tried to think about other things but he kept creeping into her thoughts and she decided to go to the coffee shop again at the same time the next day, just in case he did the same. She felt silly; like a teen with a crush but it had been a long time since she had felt like that and decided that it was good for her to feel again. Her husband had died a year ago and she knew her life had to go on.