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Post by Tony Dolce Miele on Dec 31, 2006 20:37:46 GMT -5
He nodded his head 'yes' when she questioned 'really'.
"I'm from Salerno." he replied, which was the place his mother and father had settled on once they were married, because they wanted to live on the coast and they also wanted to live close to the middle, since well one was from the south and the other the north...that way it would be 'even ground'. "Though I spent most of my life in Benevento because that's where my father's vineyard is." |
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Post by Rachael Di Campari on Dec 31, 2006 20:42:23 GMT -5
She mouthed a small 'wow', even though she'd been to Italy before. She'd seen Rome, Venise and Milan - tourist destinations, yes. The girl would've preffered to go to the inside of the country, see the places you /didn't/ hear about on National geographic, but she'd followed her mother's itinerary the hwole time unfortunately.
"Italy's beautiful.." she said, smiling softly. "I've been there, like, two years ago." she mentionned, before realizing the guy probably wanted to be left alone to eat. Why was she still there?. "Umm.. So, need anything else?" she asked, before she could leave and attend other people. |
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Post by Tony Dolce Miele on Dec 31, 2006 20:53:15 GMT -5
He nodded his head in agreement smiling a little bit at this.
"Yes, it is." he replied, and hearing her next question he smiled slightly. "There's one thing." he replied. "I guess I don't really need it, but I really would like it." he said then with a pause again. "Can I have your phone number?" he questioned her then and waited for a response.
Oh-so confident that the answer would be yes. |
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Post by Rachael Di Campari on Jan 1, 2007 13:50:07 GMT -5
The girl blinked once, twice, completely taken by surprise.
He wanted her number?
Even after the fiasco she'd done?
Wow.
She smiled softly, thinking up of the right words to sound oh-so irresistible to him.
"Uhh.." The girl shook her head, smiling sweetly. "Sure." she said, "It's.." She blinked curiously, wondering why it was so hard to remember her phone number at the moment. She suddenly blurted it out quickly, laughing sheepishly. She wasn't sure if it was alright to tell your phone number to a total stranger, but he.. Was too adorable to deny it. |
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Post by Tony Dolce Miele on Jan 1, 2007 15:48:25 GMT -5
He listened to the number being rambled off, before he pulled out his phone and punched it in.
"Alright, so..." he said repeating the number to make sure that he had it correct. Every number he said repeating the exact numbers she'd just told him.
He moved as he punched in her name. |
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Post by Rachael Di Campari on Jan 1, 2007 15:51:50 GMT -5
"Yup, that's it." she told him, nodding.
"Rach, you've got customers waiting." called a co-worker, sighing in annoyance. "Oh!" the girl said, biting her lower lip. She'd stood at the boy's table way too long. "I-I should go." she told him, smiling. "Umm, see you." she said, wondering if she'd see him again.
Well, she knew she would since he had to pay his bill to her.
But after that.. Who knows? |
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Post by Tony Dolce Miele on Jan 1, 2007 15:56:54 GMT -5
He gave that smile, that smile that showed that he was just so assured of himself, he knew that he was amazing. The one that oozed confidence.
"Alright." he replied simply nodding his head slightly before he began to slowly eat the steak in front of him.
It was alright...
And after not so long he was finished with it. |
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Post by Rachael Di Campari on Jan 1, 2007 16:31:33 GMT -5
Oh.
That smile. The few minutes that she'd seen him smile were enough, she was completely smitten by it. So cute.
She turnd around on her heel and walked back behind the counter. The girl took a few more orders, absent-mindedly bringing every customer their order. The rest of the time went better than before, but at every opportunity she got, she always managed to sneak a glance at the boy.
I hope he likes the steak.. |
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