-I want to kill my roommate!
-Why's that, Salvatore?- Alf smiled, wiping the counter.
-She ate dinner.
-She what? Girl, you are so right to be angry!
-All of it.
-Oh, then, girl, you are right to be angry.
He gave her the burger she ordered.
-Listen, Alf, English is your first language, right?
-Third.
-Oh. How is it so good?
-School. What about yours?
-First language.
-What about Italian?
-I can speak Italian as good as English, I just never do.
-Oh.
-Listen, anyway, I…
And he kissed her. It was unexpected. She kissed him back.
-I'll go leave early.- he smiled.
He came back a few minutes later, took her hand and dragged her outside. It was late, but neither thought about it and neither cared. He led her farther away from the bar and into some small field. She didn't understand how they got there, but they were there. Just the two of them. They were kissing, but for a second, she pulled away:
-I know the truth, you know?
-About what?
-About what you did with the tissue when I was crying. I saw that there were no tissues there.
-And what are you accusing me of?- he asked with a smile, his face still close to hers.
-You're a witch.
-What, you're calling me a witch for getting a tissue you didn't notice? Salvatore, if you're gonna call me a witch, at least do it for, I don't know, pulling a bouquet of flowers out of nowhere and handing it to you. Like this.- and he gave her the bouquet.