Another Beginning

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I walk out of the hotel's front door, the doorman greeting me.  I return the greeting,  put on my aviators, and take in the streets of Rome in one deep breath.

Alright Maine, carpe diem! 

Oh yes! I am going to definitely seize this day!

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Alright! I wonder where should I start, I have a lot of ruins that I wanted to see. I have already made a list of the more touristy spots but I already made a promise to my grandma that I am going to the Vatican for her. You see,  I still talk to her in my heart.

But first I need coffee, I walk down the street and search for a coffee shop.

"Buongiorno signore." I greeted the middle-aged man behind the counter.

"Buongiorno bella." He greeted back.

"Can I have a cup of cappuccino, to go please." I ordered.

"No! No! Bella. My cappuccino is meant to be enjoyed! I can't have you drink it while walking around. Why don't you take a table and I will serve you the best cappuccino in Italy!" He tells me, kissing the tips of his fingers.

"Ha ha ha, okay signore, I will take your advice." I tell him.

I decided to grab a table outside and wait for my cappuccino. While waiting, I look around me and feel Rome. The local caffetteria is playing a sweet and mellow music in Italian over their outside speakers, the sun is already shining it's morning rays, a gentle breeze carries the smell of fresh coffee.

I look across the street and saw this cute aviator-wearing guy, looking at his map. He is probably a tourist like me. He is wearing a distress jeans and a red V-neck shirt. He is carrying his leather jacket and on his back is a Louis Vuitton backpack.

Hmm... A guy with a good sense of fashion.

I like him already and I don't think he is gay.

His sculptured pecs are molded in his shirt and his biceps are to die for! Yummy!

For sure he is not Italian.

I am drooling!

Ha!

Just then my yummy guy turned and look at my direction.

Oh shit! He caught me staring! Busted!

I hid my face from the paper I am reading and hope that my yummy guy will just go.

"Bella, here is your cappuccino and a basket of freshly baked rolls." The owner of the caffetteria placed a tray on my table and I stared at a work of art.

The cappuccino has my portrait on the froth!

I lifted the camera from my chest and took a picture.

"Oh wow! Signore, this is fantastico! Grazie!" I tell him.

"That's why I told you, my cappuccino is meant to be enjoyed, bella." He whispered to me. He is leaning a little bit too close, invading my personal space.