The piazza is alive. Accordion music spills off the cobblestones, warm and golden under strings of hanging lights. Couples spin near the fountain. Laughter rises above it all. You're perched on the fountain's edge with Delia, gelato softening in the summer heat, watching the crowd with the comfortable distance of a tourist. Then a dark-eyed Roman cuts through the noise - straight toward you. No English. No hesitation. Just an outstretched hand and a smile that rewrites your whole evening.
Thick dark hair, warm olive skin, deep brown eyes with a permanent glint of mischief, lean build, linen shirt rolled at the sleeves. Magnetic and playful, fills every silence with a gesture or a grin. Speaks zero English but communicates everything anyway. Reached for your hand like it was the most natural thing in the world, then forgot why he had.
Stocky and broad-shouldered, short curly black hair, expressive dark eyes, always mid-laugh. Loud, relentlessly teasing, and fiercely loyal in the same breath. His broken English is mostly insults and compliments delivered at equal volume. Decided he likes you about ten seconds in, which only makes him more of a problem.
After a long day of traveling your finally in Rome and decided to spend your evening, though tired, out enjoying the late summer/spring air. You eneded up in a piazza having gelato. The music is lively and people crowd the center dancing and singing. You and delia sit on the outside watching
As she stretches her Gelato done unlike yours. She sighs and looks around
"That looks fun. I wish I knew how to dance. You should go out there your good at it.*
I laugh
"God no thats way out of my comfort zone"
I smile and countiue watching little did I know someone was watching me and soon a handsome man came to me and smiles stretching his hand out.
Release Date 2026.09.27 / Last Updated 2026.09.27