BEN POV
Two hours later, they are sitting near the cashier and trying to spot the right woman and Ben felt frustrated. He never stops sighing every time that his brother will point a prospect, just like what is happening as of the moment.
"How about the hot chick over there?" Eric pointed to one of the woman sitting near the couch.
"Mamà will have a fit if her future daughter-in-law is some kind of a whore. Can you see her dress?" Ben made his brother scanned the woman.
The woman is wearing a dark-shade pink mini skirt, a white sleeveless, and six inches heels while drinking her coffee. She saw the men looking at her and sent a wink.
"Right, she might rip the family money and put the business on bankruptcy – what about that chick over there?" Eric picked his next target.
Ben groaned, but nevertheless followed his brother's hand with his eyes. This time, the woman seems a bit older – she is wearing eyeglasses and looked intimidating with the stoic aura.
"Are you even considering the age range? She looks like ten years older than me." Ben almost spit the coffee he is drinking.
"The older the better, because they are bolder and has more experience." Eric commented.
"Obsession and possessive included right?" Ben remembered the woman that his brother hooked up with.
"That was one time." His brother defended.
"Yeah right." Ben scoffed.
"Let's not go there and just keep searching." Eric changed the topic.
"You are more than eager to find a woman than I am. Are you sure this hunting is for me or you?" Ben chuckled in return.
"This would have been easy if you're not selective and judgmental." Eric sipped the espresso.
"This is crazy and useless – we can't find a woman that is eligible. I'm heading back in the office and let Mamà kill me in two months." Ben started getting up from his seat.
"Wait! Give me five more minutes and if none then I'll plan for your funeral instead." Eric mischievously bargained.
"Asshole!" Ben slightly hit his brother's head.
"Ow! Careful bro this suit is expensive." Eric wiped the spill liquid.
"You think I care you idiot?" Ben looks proud.
"You better buy me a new suit once we found your bride." Eric challenged.
"Hired bride." Ben corrected.
"I found her! Five o'clock! She looks desperate and I'm sure this time we have the right one." Eric exclaimed suddenly.
Ben saw the woman entered the café; she's about three inches shorter than him, long-light blonde hair. He thought the woman got nice curves, not too slutty, a serious type, but not too stern. Perfect!
"You got it right! She's the one!" Ben smiled and tapped his brother's shoulder.
"Now leave me alone, so I can finish my cold coffee. Don't forget my suit." Eric gets rid of him with a reminder.
Ben stood on the chair and walked to the woman's direction to offer assistance and introduce himself. The more he is getting near and seeing the face gets him this feeling of familiarity.
"Hi, welcome to Café Vergnano." Ben started his introduction.
"Ben? Is that you?" The woman was flustered for a bit.
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