Curse the sunlight and all that it's good for. Those were the first words out of Luca's mouth when she groggily got to her feet the next morning. She could hardly believe she'd slept until 6 A.M., but, considering that she'd spent about ten restless hours on a plane the day before, her body had been grateful for the comfort of a bed and welcomed those long hours of sleep.
She almost tripped on her suitcase and made sure to give it a ruthless glare. After grumbling about the damn thing, she snatched it up and dropped it on the bed. Her still sleepy hands hurried to unzip it, and her whole body seemed to flinch at the annoyance of a sound that action produced. She swore to kill whoever invented noisy zippers as she opened her suitcase.
While grabbing some clothes that she thought were decent enough(AKA: A tank top and shorts), she noticed something stuffed down between her pile of clothes and the side of the suitcase. She reached towards it and frowned as her fingertips met the familiar, smooth surface.
"Stupid friends," she huffed, "giving me this slutty wine..." Regardless of her anger towards it, she grabbed the bottle of wine and pulled it out, revealing it and all its glory to the room. She looked it over with a new expression of curiosity and came to the conclusion that "slutty wine" was an accurate description.
The wine, itself, was a deep red like some prostitute's lipstick. The picture of an indecently dressed girl on the bottle didn't help. Her friends had told her that it had a soft and elegant taste, and they'd said to only drink it when she absolutely had to. They probably meant when she got down in the dumps, she'd decided.
She would drink it eventually, she admitted to herself. Until then, the wine would rest safely in her suitcase. However, she decided to return it to said place after taking her shower.
After a refreshing shower and getting changed into those clothes she'd picked out earlier, Luca headed directly to the kitchen. She walked in on Dino opening a new box of Poptarts. When the man flashed her a grin, she couldn't help but smile back. He wasn't that bad of a roommate, but it wasn't like she would ever openly admit that.
"So, we've got Poptarts, or I can heat up some waffles," Dino said, setting the box down on the counter. He watched the Italian girl walk over, grab a package of Poptarts out of the box, and lean against the counter beside him. With a chuckle, he grabbed a package of the pastries as well.
That was, most likely, the weirdest breakfast Luca ever had. Leaning against the counter and eating cold Poptarts with a cute guy she'd just met the day before. Somehow, though, it just felt right, like that was the way things should've always been. She was used to a busy life, running around, doing every little thing her boss told her nonstop, so there weren't many times she got to enjoy simple moments like that.
For a second, she was grateful for being able to actually enjoy it. The next, she was sad, because she realized just how much time she'd wasted while working so hard, how many opportunities like this one she'd passed up because she was too focused on working.
When Dino asked why she was crying and if she was okay, Luca snapped back some excuse at him and continued munching on the fudge-flavored Poptarts. She wouldn't dare thank him for opening her eyes by simply standing beside her and eating breakfast with her. Maybe she would eventually, but certainly not right then. It would've ruined the magic of the moment.
"So...why'd you move here?" Dino asked after a few tense moments of sniffling. He glanced at the girl and couldn't help smiling when he saw her wiping her eyes on her forearm. She looked like a little kid, he noticed but held his tongue.
"My work moves me around a lot," Luca answered quietly. She hurried to take another bite of her Poptart and looked away, hoping he would get the hint that she didn't want to talk right then.
Of course he didn't. He smiled and proceeded to ask her what her work was and other sorts of personal information, but she just kept her mouth shut, save for when she was biting down on the Poptart. She glanced towards the fridge, wondering if they had any milk. Milk certainly sounded good right then. It would help get that strong taste of fudge out of her mouth.
With a decision to actually check instead of just wonder, she placed her last Poptart down and walked over to the fridge. She pulled the door open and looked inside, only to growl when she didn't see a jug of the liquid she so desperately wanted right then.
"I'm going to the store," she huffed suddenly, catching Dino off-guard. She hadn't noticed how many crumbs he had on his shirt until just then, and it just almost made her laugh. He looked pretty cute with a some crumbs on his cheek and that innocent, yet not completely innocent, look in his eyes.
"Okay," he managed to get out after swallowing a bite of his Poptart. He watched curiously as the girl headed off towards her room and wondered what her motivation was. It wasn't until after she left that he realized they were out of milk.
Oh, well. They could just drink that wine he'd found(in her room)! The girl on the bottle was pretty attractive, he noted with a smile.