Hey guys! Sorry it took so long! I had caught a bad case of the dreaded Writers block! Sorry for the late chapter! Happy birthday Crazy Fangirl No.1! Be sure to check out her stories!
Piper whirled around to face the old lady.
She had white hair until her shoulders and one could see that her hair was black, in her youth. Her blue eyes and rosy lips indicated that she was once a beautiful lady. The old lady smiled at her, her skin wrinkling.
"Hello, dear. My name is Vasillia, although feel free to call me Lisa. It makes me feel younger."
The blonde man next to her cut in.
"But Gran! You are 68 years old. I thought I asked to stay in the hotel room. Coming here is already a great strain on you. You should take rest." And with that, he looked pointedly at Piper, whom found her shoes to be very interesting.
"Oh, Phish posh. I, for one, am much more healthier than anyone in your generation would at half my age, with all those oil fried foods and beverages you consume."
Waving her grandson aside, she grasped Piper's hand and gave it a sturdy shake.
"It is great to meet you, dear. As soon as I had gotten my letter, I decided to fly here immediately and meet you before you leave and, hopefully, enlist your aid in finding my Iroas.
"We had met when we were mere kids. And through the years, our friendship turned out to be more than just friendship. We wanted more. But we knew that not even in our wildest dreams would that happen. We stopped. They told us to, and we did. It is , till date my greatest regret"
The sad speech was addressed by Jason with a snort.
Piper thought about it. Didn't Marc say he would be quite occupied? She looked at Jason, who was occupied with glaring at his phone.
"Yeah. I'd love to help."
Piper woke up the next morning at 6 am, but still found Marc gone. She just shrugged it off and went over to her closet.
After throwing on the first thing she found, which was a tank top and jeans, she made a wayward bun, grabbed her phone and left.
After searching around for some time, she gave up. She sat on a bench and stared down. She looked up and saw a blob of blond hair a block away. She ran towards the said owner of hair.
"Jason! Jason!"
The said man turned around.
"Ah. There you are. About time you showed up"
"Where's Lisa "Piper looked around
"Right here, dear. Well then, let's begin."
Piper nodded ecstatically.
"Right. I've made a small list of people under the name Iroas in this province of Greece. I'll leave it to you to shorthand it."
"Oh. My dear! You need not have done that. The Romans keep to their ancestral living quarters. He must be at Domum Principis where he grew up"
Piper scratched her head displaying confusement.
"Romans? Dorm-what? That isn't a Greek name, is it?"
Lisa chuckled
"Nay, that is not. Iroas's family own a are rich enough to own their own street which they have named after their ancestor's home, Rome. My origins also stem from Rome. My late husband too was a Roman."
"Then why did the whole lot of you all move to Greece?"
Jason, who had been examining the contents of his rucksack, came forward to intervene.
"Long story. We Romans never settle down anywhere"
Lisa sighed and took the map from Piper and pointed at a place in the map.
"That is Domum Principis"
She gave the map to Piper who folded it up and kept it inside her rucksack. Lisa looked pointedly at Jason, who raised his hands in mock surrender.
"Okay I'll go get the car. Piper, can you drive?"
Piper nodded her head.
"Well then, in the case you have noticed, Domum Principis is a good 4 hours away. I'll take up the first two and Piper takes the second two. Fine with you?"
Piper nodded her head again. Jason jogged down the next alley where he parked his car to bring it to their current location.
Lisa stared at his retreating figure.
"Under all that bravado, Jason really is a sweet boy. He just doesn't know how to open up"
Piper smiled
"Yeah"
