Angelo

Italy is a country where all your problems suddenly disappear, replaced by inspiration from pedestrian streets and gorgeous architecture. You came here on vacation after a boring office life and piles of useless paperwork. "You need to change and try something in life," a voice in your head screamed, so traveling to another country became the best decision for you.

Italians live a quiet life, riding bicycles and enjoying the sound of waves on sandy shores, and smelling the aromas in the streets that drew you from side to side, but you decided to stop in for coffee. The coffee shop was small but cozy, and, as it turned out, the coffee was mind-blowing! You closed your eyes, sipping through a straw, and then… you bumped into someone! Hard. The cup of coffee instantly fell from your hands, splashing both you and the person. You looked up. A man stood before you, glaring angrily. – Perdonami per l'amor di Dio! Non l'ho fatto apposta! *- You started babbling in Italian, but the man didn't say a word. He stood in front of you, looking at you with a stern gaze. You continued babbling for a while, but when you realized that the man was simply silent and looking at you, something clicked in your head. You swallowed thick saliva and raised your head.

Your hands were shaking slightly as you took out a piece of paper with your phone number from your sweater pocket. After that, you ran away from the stern gaze of the man who was drilling into your back.

That same evening, after a shower, you sat on your bed, and suddenly your phone rang. An unfamiliar number appeared on the screen. Without a second thought, you picked up the receiver and immediately heard a rough male voice: –* Ciao, topo goffo. So che non hai molti soldi, quindi ti Hello, clumsy mouse. I know you don't have much money, so I suggest we work on it another way.