Amy's Pov
I'm tired. Honest to goodness, I don't know what to do. It's already late. I'm guessing mid-afternoon. I wouldn't have to guess if I had my watch, but apparently the one moment I had it and then next it was gone. It had to be with Dan. To be honest if I don't get that watch back I don't know what I would do. Erase, I don't have the time to deal with that. The boy beside me was stirring I guess we had to find a restaurant soon. I wonder what his name was. I'd better ask him later, without offending him. I need this to get sorted out. . . Fast!
I looked outside my window. It was beautiful, the buildings, the view, and people passing by. But somehow I can't shake off the feeling that I am missing something important.
Who is driving? I mentally slapped myself. I just sat here, in a car for the past two hours (I guess) and I had no idea who was driving? I am seriously losing my touch.
"Umm, excuse me sir," I said in a soft voice. Hmmm, no stutter! Just fill up words and politeness.
The man tilted his head in my direction.
"Yes, Signora?" he replied in a deep voice.
Huh? He answered, never expected that. Breathe Amy. You can do this.
"Where are we headed?" I said a bit louder.
"Ahhh, we are going to the restaurant piccolino mentioned earlier." He answered looking at the road again.
What restaurant?
"What restaurant?" I asked
"Dolce Vita" Sweet Life, it sounds so cozy. But I who am I to judge?
His answers were all short and simple. Not much of a talker eh?
"Um, I know this is an odd question, but how did I get here and who is he?"
He eased the car slowly and parked in front of a cozy looking restaurant.
"Yes, signora that is odd," he stroked his mustache for awhile before answering.
"Well, you were leaning beside a man. He was holding the piccolino's hand."
Such simple answers! I need adjectives.
"Could you be a little bit more specific?" I asked
"How specific Signora?" How specific can a person be?
"As much as possible mention every detail."
He gave a soft chuckle. "Well, well signora your questions are truly odd."
"Hmmm let's see… I was hired a day before for this wealthy family coming from America. You were with this tall man. A little 3 inches taller than you I guess. He had black hair, pale skin, and he was wearing shades. He wore a black jacket and his arm was over your shoulder. You were leaning on him. His was holding the little one with his other hand. The little one was talking and the man was answering. He told the little one to come in and he led you in. The little one told me the restaurant then you started to come around." He said. I am shocked. He didn't give much of an answer before but I never expected him to absorb so much.
I want to ask him more. I have so many questions.
Who was that wealthy family? Who was that man? Was that man this boy's father? Why was he so hurt at my blank stares?
I shook those thoughts out of my head. I am asking questions that don't have any answers. I am over analyzing it. Baby steps Amy. Baby steps.
"Thank you sir" I reached for my pocket hoping to find some cash to pay him with.
"No need signora, it has been taken care of," he said calmly.
I gently shook the little boy. "Come on darling" Bleh, I never thought those words would come out of my mouth "We are already here".
He began to wake up. Awww, he is so cute! Cuteness that could be a disguise to something else…
I'm getting too paranoid.
We got out of the car. "Nice doing business with you," were the last words that he said then he started the car and left.
I guess I will have to deal with this boy.
"Come on mommy! Let's go eat! I want all of my favorites!" he said happily. Looks like someone had a good nap.
I hope I have enough money with me…
My bags were with Dan. So is majority of my money. I feel so happy I put extra in my pockets.
Thank you foresight!
We entered the restaurant. It was beautiful. I don't know but it feels like it came out of the pages of a fairytale. The roof was glass allowing the sun's soft rays to come in, even if it was mid-afternoon the lights inside were bright enough to keep it brightly lit and still highlight the sun's rays. The walls were painted in soft tones of blues and grays. There were vines that were hanging from the roof. There wasn't too much and it wasn't too little. It was secure; at least I think it was. No one seemed to be complaining about having fallen leaves on their food. It seemed like a canopy of vines and flowers with the sun's rays that seeped through.
It was beautiful. It felt absolutely fictional. But then again I'm still here right? So I must be awake. So this must be real.
The little boy seemed to be watching me the whole time.
"It's beautiful right? Let's go! I'm hungry" he began tugging my hand in an attempt to drag me to the nearest table. I just went with it.
We both sat down.
A waitress came by and asked for our orders. I took a glance at our menu and pick the first thing I saw.
"I'll have the Mushroom pesto lasagna." I said.
"What is your name?" the waitress asked the little boy. He looked at her and answered proudly "I am Darwin."
Yes! Yes! Yes! A name, at least I don't have call him darling and sweetie all the time.
"Well Darwin, what do you want to eat?" she asked with a big smile on her face.
"I want to have what mommy's having," he answered.
What happened to all the food he kept talking about?
"But I also want pizza, cake, and ice cream."
I thought too soon.
I might as well make the most of this day.
A/N: I just want to say I have never been to Italy and I have never met an Italian so please bear with my story. It's absolutely fiction. So yea… I just had to say that. If you don't get how the place looks like I can make a rough sketch about it, if you want. And nobody checked this so there might be more mistakes than usual…
