Him & I (discounted/paused)

Wanna bet?

- Roxana -

I'm sure it is no surprise that I have been to Italy many times before, and I love it. But I don't think Federico knows that and having to act as if I'm seeing everything for the first time again is making me tired.

But the look on his face and the way he squeezes my hand and his face lights up every time he shows me something is so, so worth it

We have been walking around hand in hand for the past two hours, and although Federico grew up here, he looks like a kid in a candy store for the first time, and it's completely adorable.

"You know, if you like Italy so much I don't understand why you live in America," I say as we walk down the sidewalk to a nearby restaurant he was insisting that we go to.

"For you"

"What?"

"I was assigned to take care of the club and warehouses in America until I was married, for obvious reasons, I don't have to anymore," He says,

"So what does that have to do with me?"

"You live there?" He says as if I just asked the dumbest question ever

"Okay? You don't have to stay there for me, it's not like the marriage is real anyways" I murmur, making him turn to look at me with a clenched jaw, but before he is able to respond we arrive at the restaurant.

As soon as we enter we are met with a brunette girl who doesn't look a day past 19, yet she seems to enjoy our - or more like Federico's - presence telling by the smile on her face which is accompanied by a slight blush that doesn't go unnoticed by me.

"Table for two," Federico says,

Her whole expression changes as her smile disappears and a frown replaces it, "I'm sorry sir but we don't have any available tables for two, I'm sure I could find a seat on the VIP Bar for you though," She responds, earning a chuckle from me which makes Federico finally realize what's going on

You sneeeaaakyyy little bitch

Federico doesn't say anything as he pulls out his phone with a smirk on his face and begins typing, less than five minutes later an older man who looks nothing less than intimidating, even for me, comes to the front with a scowl on his face,

"Alyssa, sweetie, can I know why you won't give these two lovely clients a table?" The older man says as he wraps his arm around her shoulders

"Dad-"

"A table Alyssa, now"

"Follow me," she says, barely above a whisper

ha ha ha, stupid bitch

We're seated at a table for two in the back of the restaurant which is oddly in a secluded area, when suddenly Federico stands up and pushes his chair next to mine

"What are you doing?"

"I can't sit next to you?"

"Why?"

"Because I want to," He simply responds before opening up his menu and calling a waitress over.