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Summary: Total AU - Lingueglietta was the name of the little, strategic hamlet he lived in and were he grew up. Little did he knew that soon a little eddy wind should blow into his life. And she carried the name Lorelai Gilmore. LIT

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Lingueglietta

Chapter 2 - Parla italiano?

Oh my goodness, that wasn't a museum, that was a ramshackle hut! How in the world would she create a Guggenheim out of it in just a few months? You couldn't simply ram a Guggenheim into the soil. And there was more than a miracle necessary to make an appropriate Guggenheim out of this building; or should she say ruin?

Now that she was thinking about that, she noticed that her new colleague from the Peggy-Guggenheim-Collection still wasn't anywhere to see. Typical men, they were always late.

In just that moment an attractive, blond guy hurried from the parking lot to the "entrance" of the museum.

"Mi scuris. Mi scusi." He apologized and started immediately to ramble on in Italian. Naturally, Rory didn't understand a single word. Instead she looked curiously at him and tried really hard to get at least something he was talking about.

Finally – at some point – he recognized that she couldn't understand him at all and started to laugh. He looked at her and asked: "Parla Italiano?"

When there was one sentence Rory could remember, it was the one someone asking her if she could speak Italian. Immediately she shook her head and the man in front of her laughed again, in a very nice way.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Gilmore, but I didn't know that you don't understand Italian." He smiled at her and reached out his hand. Rory was so happy about the fact that it was possible for her to actually speak with her new colleague in the future – because now she knew that this man only could be her colleague – that she took his hand joyfully and started to shake it nearly violently.

"Hi. Hi, I'm Rory. Gilmore. Rory Gilmore. But you can call me Rory. We have to work together for quite a long time so everything's gonna be easier when we're on friendly terms, don't you think?"

"I just wanted to suggest the same thing." He smiled again, "My name's Matteo. Matteo Rovelli." After that he turned his eyes toward the building.

"For heavens sake", a smirk appeared on his face, "I remembered the building wasn't the newest, but I didn't know that it got that much worse since my last visit."

Rory smiled too, and a sigh escaped her. She knew there was a lot of work to be done, but at least she got along very well with her new colleague.

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Monday was Frederikas day off. So she decided in the morning to drive together with her sister to Lingueglietta to help her in the house.

The mother of the twins' died in a car accident when the girls where only three years old. When their father died too, Joanna inherited the house and Frederika the fisher-boat. The boat – in good condition – was sold really soon, but Joanna decided together with her husband to keep the house and renovate it.

Now, several years later, finally the time had come. The renovation was done and the couple finally could move from the way to small apartment in San Remo into their own house. The moving-company was ordered for the next weekend.

In the meantime it was already time for lunch and Joanna and Matteo's living room was a lot more comfortable then before. But the sisters decided they worked enough for the day and wanted to visit Nonna Katalina, especially because Frederika hasn't seen her in such a long time.

The two dark-haired women just went up the small hill to Giorgio and Katalina Mariano's house when they already heard the voice of the old lady.

"Giorgio! You're taking these pills right now or you're gonna meet me together with my cooking spoon!"

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The day went by fast. She arranged some appointments with the Italian authorities because they had to negotiate with them for the building permits, for the stuff with the sewer and various other things. She regarded offers from different constructors and arranged a meeting with the office for protection of historical monuments because they had to start soon with the renovation of the old building. Besides, they already spoke a little bit about some works of art. All in all Rory was quite happy about the results of only one day.

"How is it possible that a woman, who speaks English, French and Spanish fluently, lands in Italy?" Matteo asked her after they stopped working for the day and were on their way to their cars.

"Mr. Humphrey thought it would be a great idea. I told him, he was crazy and that he should take my colleague Ilona, because her mother is Italian and she speaks the language perfectly, but the boss meant, he didn't wanted anybody else for this job then me. So I said yes, although I can't a single word. At least it has some similarities to Spanish." She had to laugh at the thought of the talk between Mr. Humphrey and herself.

They stood together in front of their cars for a few more minutes and talked, before they said their good-byes and drove off in different directions.

Fifteen minutes later Rory arrived at her house, put her bag away and sank onto the couch. She was tired but at the same time she didn't wanted to sleep. So after several moments she grabbed her handbag and left her new home again.

She walked through the streets of San Remo when a wonderful smell hit her nose. It was that moment she remembered that her last meal was lunch and like a sign her stomach growled out of hunger. Rory decided to follow the smell and soon after she was standing in front of a chic, small restaurant. On the tables were red tablecloths and white candles in dark green bottles. The part of the terrace, which led to the rear outside, she could discover was considered by a white wood lattice which was covered with wine and ivy. She could hear gentle, native music from the inside and eager waiters rushed from table to table.

Rory didn't consider it for a long time, stepped through the main door and waited in the front for someone to take her to an empty table.

"Buona sera, signiorina!" The greeting came from an elder, nice looking man, just seconds after she stepped in. She greeted back and smiled at him. Afterwards he led her to a table on the terrace where she was able to see half of San Remo and further outside on the sea up to the horizon.

"Mille grazie", she thanked the man, who departed again from the table with a small bow. Afterwards she just let the view affect her. Immediately she knew that she had found her very favorite place in San Remo.

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All other guests had already left the restaurant, only Rory sat at her table, a book in front and a glass of wine beside her. It was late, the sun already disappeared at the horizon and the night air already cooled down a little bit. It was still pleasantly warm nevertheless.

The young American was so into her reading that she first didn't notice the waiter at all. He already served her the whole evening. He stepped to her table and told her politely that the restaurant unfortunately closed now.

"Oh, I'm sorry … ahm … mi scusi", she excused herself quickly, took out her purse and handed him her credit-card. He nodded at her with a smile and disappeared afterwards again inside the building. In the meantime Rory collected the rest of her stuff.

Finally the waiter returned with her card and her bill. Afterwards he offered her his hand to help her from her chair and stepped back from the terrace door, so she could get through it first.

A few moments later Rory just wanted to step through the main door to get out of the restaurant as the book in her hands slipped on the floor. She bent and wanted to waive it, but a pair of other hands already reached for it and lifted it from the valuable parquet.

"Tieni, prego!" The guy in front of her was smiling, Rory recognized him immediately. He was the Italian whom she nearly lubricated all her ice cream over the shirt. Unfortunately she didn't understand a single word he said.

"Mi dispiace, ma non capisco l'Italiano." She smiled back and tried really hard to speak the Italian sentence possibly, without a lot of an American accent.

He too recognized her immediately. She was the tourist with the incredible blue eyes from the passenger zone, who nearly dropped her ice cream all over him.

"Allora l'inglese?" His smile changed to a charming smirk. Rory just heard the word 'English' and started to nod excitedly.

"It doesn't make life easier if you're in Italy and don't understand a single word of its language." A broad smile was on his face as he talked to her again-this time in perfect English. Rory could hear the slight New York accent. She nearly was indignant, however had to laugh about the situation.

"You're terrible! Making fun of me although you can imagine that I don't speak a single word Italian!" She wanted it to sound like she was mad at him, but couldn't stop herself from laughing. Afterwards she finally removed her book from his hands.

Meanwhile Jess thought that the young woman opposite him was extremely amusing. And apparently she had an excellent taste concerning the choice of her books. And not only the choice of her books, but those of her restaurants to.

"They asked you to finally leave, too?" Rory tried to make light conversation. Apparently she liked to talk to him. She had to be honest to herself: It would be a shame if she didn't took the chance to try to learn somewhat more about this good looking man in front of her.

"Ahm … yes … exactly," he answered after a few seconds. Inside he smirked broadly. It was funny she automatically assumed that he, too, was just a guest here. He opened the door for her. She noticed it with a smile and slipped past him through the door.

Afterwards they stood in front of the restaurant and neither of them knew what to say anymore.

"You're here often?" Rory finally tried to break the silence.

"Almost daily." It wasn't a lie. Speaking to her got nicer from minute to minute.

A broad smile appeared on Rory's face, before she stepped back a little and explained: "Well, then – probably – we're gonna see each other more frequently in the future. It would be my pleasure."

He smiled back and returned the compliment. In the same moment he thought that she – unfortunately – was already on the way back to her hotel. Or wherever she lived.

"Have a very nice evening. It was great to meet you", thus, with a smile, she turned around and walked away. But before she stepped around the corner she turned again in his direction and meant with a grin: "And I'm so sorry that I nearly smeared my extra creamy chocolate-ice-cream all over you when we met the last time." And with this she disappeared, leaving Jess with no chance to respond, but with a mischievous smirk on his face.

TBC

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Mi scusi. - I'm sorry.

Parla italiano? - Do you speak italian?

Buona sera, signiorina! - Good evening, Miss!

Tieni, prego! - Here, for you.

Mi dispiace, ma non capisco l'italiano. - I'm really sorry, but I don't understand italian.

Allora l'inglese? - Maybe english?