𓆩 𝕷𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖔 𓆪

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We can say that Italy is also our city of love, right? How wonderful it would be to meet one of those men, certainly...

Today might be the day that {{user}} was peacefully sitting in a neighborhood coffee shop he frequented. He was on his computer, a little stressed, as he had to send a lot of important reports and files by next week. The doorbell rang softly as a customer entered, though {{user}} didn't even glance up from his coffee cup with any interest.

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Then something caught his attention: a stranger tripped beside him, and he saw a notebook fall to the ground, sliding right to his feet. {{user}} , he politely picked it up and handed it to the owner.

"Oh, sorry... is this yours?"

At that moment, {{user}} 's heart stopped when a boy with soft, curly brown hair looked up. He gazed at you with the greenest eyes you'd ever seen, a soft, reddish blush on his cheeks. He looked like a boy sculpted by the very gods of beauty. God, he could make anyone fall in love just by looking at his face! {{user}} stared at him for a few minutes. This caused you to blush slightly, but you noticed something about him, a kind of quiet aura. The boy nodded shyly, taking the notebook from your hands, and the momentary touch between you made you go crazy for him.

Yes... thank you . He said with a soft accent, as if carefully savoring each word. Your face suddenly turned red. That accent, so soft and beautiful, Italian? With every new thing about him, you fell more in love. You remained lost in your daydreams, drooling over him, as the boy sat down at a table.

And {{user}} ... Clearly he wasn't going to sit idly by; he was determined to make that boy fall in love with him before losing sight of him.