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If you've ever been to Italy, you'll understand what it's like to walk in the fresh air, flowers hanging in baskets everywhere.
It was absolutely gorgeous- breathtakingly beautiful.
The air is fresh and warm as I walked out into it. The sunshine beat down onto my hair through clear blue sky, and I threw my sunglasses on. My hair blew softly around my face, and I felt like a proper Italian as I walked down the street. Glamorous people walked along the other side of the street, laughing and chatting to each other with their designer handbags swinging.
I felt so at peace here. It felt warm, but not scalding hot, which suited me just fine. From what Izzy had told me, the cafe where she worked was round the corner from the bar on a tiny street. I couldn't wait to get there, mostly due to my anger against Damon. What an ass. His head is too far up his own ass that he can't tell his right from left. Stupid idiot.
Amazingly, when I got there, the cafe wasn't absolutely packed, as I had expected. There were a few individual adults sitting sipping their coffee at tables, reading newspapers, but that was it. Creamy wallpaper decorated the inside of the small cafe, baskets and vases of flowers dotted all around. I spotted Izzy's head bent over a table opposite her side of the counter.
Smiling, I walked over to the cash desk, leaning over onto it.
"Hooooonney?" I drawled, smiling at her sweetly when she looked up.
Izzy laughed. Her fingers held slices of tomato, cheese, and lettuce.
"Hey, sweetheart, you decided to come down then?"
"I did indeedy," I mused, crossing my arms on the counter. "But not before a confrontation with the lemon upstairs."
Izzy sighed disapprovingly. She placed one hand on her hip and glared amusedly at me. "What did I tell you this morning? Don't cause any trouble with the guy upstairs."
"I know, I know, and it wasn't my fault. Literally, wasn't. The other guy, Stefan, came down to apologize, but then the poker ass guy came up the stairs. We sort of had an unspoken glaring contest," I explained, trying to justify myself.
Izzy just sighed at me, raising her eyebrows in disbelief.
"He started it," I murmured. "So are you ready to go out for lunch?"
"Yeah, just a sec, I'm making my sandwich," she threw a piece of ham onto a baguette. "Oh, hold on, I want you to meet someone- Leo!"
A hot boy- yes, I'm just gonna be direct with this- around my age ppeared from around a corner, presumably the kitchen. He had brown wavy hair, big brown eyes, and a strong looking physique.
The classic hot Italian.
I smiled at him.
"Leo, this is my cousin, Ruby," Izzy said, not looking at either of us. Instead she kept her eyes on the knife she was using to spread some butter.
"Hi," I said, perking up a little bit. My sour mood since being confronted with Damon was starting to wear off at the pretty sight of this hot Italian guy.
"Hi," he said smoothly, shooting me a gleaming white smile. In his hands he ran a towel through his fingers. Although Leo had an apron on- yes, he still managed to look hot when in an apron- he looked rather casual for work in a white shirt and black jeans.
"You're British?" he asked, leaning one hand on the counter to support his weight. God, he's hot.
"Yeah," I smiled back.
He didn't say anything else, but it was a comfortable silence until Izzy announced that she was ready to go, throwing a big baguette into a plastic bag.
I said goodbye to Leo, giving him a little wave and smile.
"Where do you want to go eat?" I asked when we were outside, then blinked when I realized that, the potato that I am, I forgot to bring my own lunch. "I didn't bring anything, I forgot."
"I knew you would forget, so I cut the baguette in half so you could have some. I would have never finished this monster of a thing by myself anyway," she held up the massive sandwich, smiling at me.
I scowled with my lips curving into a small smile.
"Why do you know me so well..."
She giggled, then grabbed my hand and strode through the street, stopping at a bench.
"I normally eat lunch with Leo, but his Uncle is on a business trip and couldn't cover his shift," Izzy said, opening the big bag and throwing a sliced tomato into her mouth.
"Does Leo's Uncle own the place?" I picked up my half of the baguette.
"Yeah. He's hot isn't he?" Izzy grinned at me knowingly while taking a large bite of baguette.
"Who, Leo's Uncle?" I said, aghast.
"No, you banana, Leo!" Izzy laughed.
"Oh. Yeah, he's not bad," I nudged her. "Thinking of seeing his special baguette, are you?"
"Ruby! I had not idea you've gotten so suggestive and dirty!" she giggled, blushing slightly.
"Was that dirty? I thought it was rather mild," I laughed, biting my baguette innocently.
"Honestly. You're still a virgin aren't you?"
I groaned.
"Do we really have to talk about this while we're eating?"
"I'm only asking..." she said innocently.
"And you think I'm a dirty girl. You want to talk about me banging someone while I'm eating!" I giggled.
"It must run in the family, although you have a more advanced case. What else was I meant to ask you... oh yeah, do you fancy that Damon guy from upstairs?"
I snorted, a tomato accidently falling to the ground.
"How can you even ask that? He's an arrogant backside who picks up whores, does mind tricks, and has a poker up his ass," I state, shocked.
"He's a hot arrogant backside. With a mighty fine actual backside. His brother is hot too."
"Well, you can eye them up, but I'll always hate Damon. It's such a pity that Stefan was born his brother, how on earth can they be related..."
"They look alike, didn't you notice?"
"I was too busy glaring at Damon to notice, so no. Even thinking about him now makes me turn into a sour mood. Oh, don't tell me you fancy him," I looked at her with a disgusted expression.
"No, I don't fancy him, I just think that even when he's a creep, he still manages to look hot," Izzy protested, a tomato sticking out of her mouth.
"Right, whatever. Did granddad leave anything in the apartment for us?" the sudden thought of old photos occurred to me.
"Yeah, a box of our baby photos and some of his stuff," Izzy said sadly. "Grandma was crying so much when he died, even if they were divorced."
"So was mine," I sighed in remembrance. My gran had cried, yes, but I cried more. To be honest, I think she had been more concerned with cashing in on the life insurance than about her deceased husband.
There was silence for a few minutes as we remembered our grieving families.
"Wait, what did you mean about Damon 'picking up whores'?" Izzy suddenly asked.
"Oh, when I was talking to Stefan, he had been coming up the stairs with a whore and we had that glaring contest I told you about earlier. I'm not sure she was an actual whore, but she was stupid enough," I told her, cringing in my hate for Damon. "Then when I left to see you, I heard her scream. He was obviously getting lucky- or not, at the state of that girl." I shrugged.
"They sound good together. He's a man-whore, and she's a... regular whore."
We both laughed. Once we fell into a comfortable silence, I thought about that scream with a frown on my face. Looking back, it didn't exactly sound like a particularly pleasured one...