While working the counter at your job like you so often did, you got a call on the phone for an order, which wasn't out of the ordinary either.
"Roma Pizza." You said.
"Ciao." Came a male Italian voice. "I'd like to place an order for pick up."
"Ok. Can I have the name please?"
"Romano Vargas." The man replied.
You typed the name into the computer. "Ok and what would you like, sir?" You asked.
"I'd like one plain pizza, your spaghetti and meatballs, and your Italian sub with everything on it." He told you.
You punched in the order as the man said it. "That'll be 27.29 and it'll be ready in..." You looked to see how many tickets there were already. None. Not surprising. It was the end of your shift. "Fifteen to twenty minutes." You told him.
"Bene. Grazie." He said and hung up.
No less than five minutes later did a man walk in with amber eyes and dark brown hair with a weird little curl that jutted from his hair to the left. You had to admit to yourself that he looked kind of attractive. He walked up to the counter with a scowl in his face.
"Can I help you, sir?" You asked the man.
"Uh, I'm here to pick up an order. I know I'm early. The name is Romano Vargas." The man, Romano replied.
"It'll be about another ten minutes." You said.
Romano nodded and took a seat closest to the counter to wait, the seat that you and the delivery boys generally sat when no one was there. And since your shift was almost over, all you had to do was sitting down.
You sighed and cleaned all the tables again. You looked at the clock. You still had ten more minutes. You sighed again and looked at Romano sitting at the table. You couldn't sit there, that wasn't something that was socially acceptable and you didn't know how this man would react.
Instead you just took the seat next to the table at a smaller one that wasn't a booth.
Little did you know that Romano has been looking at you intently. Your (h/l) (h/c) looked silky smooth. You barely looked more than a year younger than himself. Your (e/c) eyes seemed to glitter in the right light. He couldn't comprehend how a ragazza like you was working in a pizzeria like this.
A few minutes later, you stood up when you saw that the cook and the pizza man had finished with Mr. Vargas' order. You gathered the food all together and took the tickets.
"Ah, Sir, Mr. Vargas. Your food is ready." You said.
His head snapped around to face you, and then he got up. "Bene." He said.
"That'll be 27.29." You replied.
He took out his wallet and handed you thirty dollars and thirty cents. "Keep the change." He said.
You smiled at him. "Thank you, sir." You said happily.
He nodded and headed to the door.
"Have a nice night!"
"Buonanotte." Said the Italian man and left the shop.
When he was outside you looked at the clock and picked up your winter jacket and pulled it on. You said good bye to your boss and walked out, only to see that it was snowing. You grumbled. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Romano get into his car.
You sighed. Lucky bastard. He had a ride home while you had to walk to your house in the freezing cold.
You put your iPod headphones in and started walking towards your house. Your music was so loud that you barely heard the furious honking of a car. When you finally heard it you pulled out your head phones and turned to the car. The window rolled down to reveal Romano in the driver's side leaning over.
"Ragazza, do you want a ride home?" He asked.
When you were a little kid your parents drilled it into your head that you never accepted rides from strangers. But you were twenty one now, living on your own in a relatively safe neighborhood. And something about this man made it seem like you could trust him.
"Uh... Sure." You said.
Romano opened the door and you slid into the passenger side.
"So where do you live, ragazza?"
You told him your address and he plugged it into his GPS and started driving. Most of the ride, the two of you were silent. It felt kind of weird for you, I mean, you were know a car with a strange man you didn't know. Maybe it was the wrong idea to get in the car with him. You sighed.
"What's wrong, ragazza?" You heard Romano say next to you, focusing on the road ahead of him.
"Oh, uh… nothing Mr. Vargas." You replied.
Romano stopped the car at the red light and then looked at you. "Then what was with the sigh?"
You shrugged. "Just thinking."
You looked at Romano. Was this man actually curious about what you were thinking about? He didn't seem the type to care about anything that didn't directly involve him. You decided to test him.
"I was just thinking about work." You lied.
"What about work?" He asked and started driving as so as the light turned green.
"How dreadfully boring it is and how I can't stand the people that I work with." You answered. You were half telling the truth. You really couldn't stand your job. But you weren't going to tell this stranger the real thing you were thinking about. "I don't like a majority of the people that come in either. Most of them are jerks."
He nodded. "Sounds like a really crappy job."
"Meh. It's the only one I got." You said. "My house is right there."
You pointed to a small, relatively cozy, one story home. Working at that poor excuse for a job was all you could do to afford the place. The place barely even paid you minimum wage. You weren't about to leave the job and move out of your home. Your grandparents left that place to you before they died.
Romano pulled up on the curb. You opened the door and stepped out.
"Well, thank you for the ride, Mr. Vargas. I appreciate it." You said.
"Prego. And please, call me Romano." He said.
You didn't know why he was telling you to call him Romano since you probably were never going to see him again. But you nodded in compliance anyway.
"All right. Good bye then, Romano." You said. You didn't know why saying that made you feel so sad.
"Ciao...?" He asked.
"(Name)." You replied. "(Name) (Last name)."
"Well then Ciao, (name)." He said. "Maybe I'll see you around."
"Maybe." You said while in your mind you said hopefully.
You closed the door to the car and walked up the path to your home. You unlocked the door. Before you walked in, you glanced back and saw that Romano's car was still there. You felt yourself smile as you walked in the house. You looked out the window and you watched as Romano drove away. You hoped you would see him again. He seemed very nice to you.
The next day you got up and looked at your clock. It was 8:00. You sighed. It seemed absolutely impossible for you to sleep in. You got out of bed and got dressed for the day and did your morning routine. Since it was Saturday and you didn’t have to go into work until 4:30, you decided to go to the local bookstore and see if there were any books that interested you.
You grabbed a jacket and walked out of the house. Since the book store was only down the street and around the corner a ways, you figured you would just walk. No need to pay the fifty cents to take the bus. You made your way to the bookstore and when you arrived, you walked to the anime and manga section.
You browsed the selection they had. But they only had volumes you didn’t like or already have. You sighed and walked over to the teen fiction section. Sure, you were twenty one, but you still liked the fiction novels from the teen section. They were good and they appealed to your interests. While you were looking at the books, you noticed someone out of the corner of your eyes who you thought was familiar.
You turned and faced the man. He looked like…
"Romano?" You asked.
The man turned around. But it wasn’t Romano. His eyes were closed and his curl was going the wrong way. His hair was also a few shades lighter than Romano's dark brown hair. He cocked his head to the side as he looked at you.
"Oh, sorry. I thought you were someone else." You said and turned to go back to browsing the shelves.
"Romano?" The man said, his voice was kind of high pitched. "You know mio fratello?"
"Mio fratello?" You asked not speaking much Italian; your vocabulary was almost nonexistent.
"It means my brother." The man replied.
"Oh." You said. "I don't know him. He just drove me home from work last night. You look like him so I thought he was you."
"Oh! So that was why he was late." The man grinned. "What's your name, bella?"
"(Name) (last name)." You replied. "Yours?"
"Vee~! My name is Feliciano Vargas." He replies happily. "You can call me Feli."
You smiled at him. "Nice to meet you, Feli."
"Nice to meet you, too, bella." He replied and flashed you a flirtatious smile.
You smiled back and turned back to the bookshelf. Feli continued talking to you, flirting, actually. You didn't really know if you were flirting back or not, but either way, Feliciano didn't let up. Eventually you picked up the newest installment of (favorite unfinished book series). You told Feli that you were going to go home. He insisted on walking you home saying that it "wasn't right to let such a pretty girl as you to walk home alone."
You smile and politely declined, but he was a persistent one. Not long after, you gave in. You paid for your book and left the bookstore, Feliciano right behind you. He kept trying to talk to you, asking you questions like what kinds of books you like to read and your favorite television show. You would give short answers, not really wanting to encourage the Italians flirting.
Finally, you got back to your house and you walked to the door.
"Well thank you for walking me home, Feli." You said politely. "I appreciate it."
"It was no problem, bella." He said, smiling. "Caio. See you around, (name)."
With that he skipped down the walk way, literally skipped, and if he hadn't been flirting with you the whole time, then you would have assumed him to be gay. You rolled your eyes. Sure, he seemed like a nice guy, but he wasn't your type. You turned around and unlocked the door to your home and walked in. You took of your jacket and hung it up in the closet. Then you curled up on a chair by the window and cracked open your book.
You read until you realized that you were going to be late for work if you didn't leave now. You put a book mark in the book and put it down. You grabbed your jacket and walked out the door. The walk to work was silent except for your music blasting in your ears from your over-the-ear head phones. Work was relatively ok, also. Only three angry phone calls from people who weren't patient enough to wait for their food to get there. At the end of the work day, while you were going the normal cleaning up, you got a call.
"Roma Pizza." You said before you clicked the button that showed who the caller was.
"Caio. It's Romano Vargas." He said. "I'd like to place an order for pick up."
"Oh, hello, Romano." You said. "What would you like?"
He told you the same thing that he ordered the day before. Before you told him the price you asked him one more question.
"Anything else?" You asked.
"Ah... Uh. Si." Romano replied.
"And that would be?"
"Adatefromtheprettywaitressimonthephonewith." He said really fast and in a higher voice that you barely heard it, and didn't think it was even him.
"Can you repeat that, please?" You said all professionally.
Romano was silent a moment. Next you heard some sort of commotion. Then he cleared his throat. "I'll uh... Tell you when I get there." He replied.
"All right." You said and told him the total. "Have a nice night."
"Sí. You too, bella." He hung up.
Five minutes later, he arrived early just like the first time. He paid and you got to work with the rest of the cleanup chores. When you finished, Romano's food was completed also. It was also the end of your shift, just like the last time. Only, this time, Romano waited for you to get your jacket, get paid and then he walked out with you.
"Would you like a ride again, ragazza?" He asked.
You smiled at him and nodded. "I would love one."
Truth be told, you liked Romano more than his twin. He seemed more serious. And he wasn't as flirty as his brother was. At least not around you, that is.
Romano went around and opened the front passenger side for you. You got in the car and he closed the door. Then he put the food in the back and got into the driver's side. The two of you drove to your house in silence and when you arrive there, Romano walked you to your door.
"So what were you trying to say on the phone earlier?" You asked.
"Oh uh... Well. That was actually mio fratello." Romano scratched the back of his neck. "He wanted to make it seem like it was me talking." His face started turning red. "But uh… will you go on a date with me, bella?" He asked.
You stared wide eyed at the Italian man in front of you, feeling your face heat up.
Romano wasn't looking at you anymore, but to the side at the window. "You don't have to if you don't want to. I'll understand."
"I'll go." You said.
"I mean, I know you met my brother and everyone-- wait, what?" He said, looking at you.
"I said I would go out with you." You answered.
Romano's face turned even redder. "Really?"
You nodded. "Really."
Romano smiled, still red in the face. "How's tomorrow at 7 sound for dinner?" He said.
You smiles back at him. "Sounds great."
With that, Romano left. You walked into your house, smiling. Going on a date tomorrow. Who knew something good would come out of that good for nothing job of yours?
The next day, you woke up early, again. For the majority of the day, you sat around, watching TV and reading the book you got. You didn't have work today, so you had nothing much to do to pass the time until Romano picked you up.
Finally the clock on your cable box turned seven. Romano still wasn't there so you took the time waiting to change into something nicer, a little (f/c) dress with (other f/c) embroidery. You also even put on make-up, which is something you didn't really have the need for since you graduated from school. Not long after you finished, the doorbell rang. You walked to the door, saw it was Romano through the peep hole. You opened up your closet and pulled out (f/c) jacket that went well with your dress. You slipped it on and then opened the door.
"Hey, Romano." You said and smiled at him.
He was staring at you. "Sei bellissima."
You cocked your head to the side. "What does that mean?" You asked.
Romano cleared his throat and turned red. "It means you look beautiful."
Your face heated up. "T-thank you, Romano." You said.
He nodded, blushing, and held out his hand for you to take. You obliged and he led you to the car. He opened the door for you. Then he got into the other side. Once he was buckled in, he drove off down the street. The car ride was silent.
Not long after, Romano stopped the car in the driveway of a two story house. He got out, as well as yourself. Then he walked up to the door and unlocked it, letting you in.
"Where are we?" You asked.
"My house." He answered.
You looked at your date. "And here I thought we'd be going out to eat."
He shrugged. "I figured I would cook for you. I can make better food then any fancy restaurant." He boasted.
You raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh really? Well I'll be the judge of that." You grinned.
He shot you a grin. "I'll make you eat those words, and my kick-ass lasagna."
You smiled at him. "I look forward to it."
Romano blushed and led you to the dining room. He pulled a chair out for you and you took your seat. Then Romano went into the kitchen and prepared the lasagna. When he put it in the oven he walked into the dining room and sat at the table across from you. While the food was cooking the two of you chatted. You found out that Romano had quite the arsenal of curses. Part of you thought it was cute and part of you thought it was funny.
After a little bit, the timer dinged on the oven and Romano got up to pulled out the lasagna. He brought it to the table in a gloved hand and placed it on a wire cooling rack on the table cloth. He cut you a piece and placed it on your plate and cut himself a piece. You picked up your fork and took a little bit of the lasagna on it. You blew on it to cool it down and then you took a bite. Romano looked at you with an eyebrow raised.
"Not bad. Not bad." You said. "But not great either." You teased, lying through your teeth; you just wanted to get a funny reaction out of Romano.
He was silent for a minute, studying you. Then he spoke. "You're lying, ragazza."
You stared at him. "Man. You're no fun. I wanted a funny reaction."
He raised an eyebrow at you. "What was that, idiota?" He liked the fact that you didn’t know Italian so he could call you names without you understanding. But sadly, idiota isn’t the hardest word to figure out.
"I am not an idiot, Romano Vargas." You said, mock pouting and ate some more of the lasagna. "I said you're no fun. Want me to translate that to Italian for you?" You grinned at him. Teasing Romano had become fun in the last hour because he took it so well, always turning as red as a tomato.
"You and I both know that you can’t speak Italian." Romano grinned at you, eating some of his food as well. "So I don’t want you to translate it for me. I don’t want you butchering my language, idiota." His grinned widened. He was teasing back this time, flirting even, in his own way at least.
You felt your face heat up. "Ass." You said, most of your food was gone by now.
Romano's eyebrow rose again. "Did you just call me an ass, pomodoro?"
"What did you just call me?" You asked, your voice steely because you weren’t sure if it was an insult or not.
"I called you a tomato." Romano said nonchalantly.
"Why?" You asked.
Romano's face turned red as well. "Because you look like one."
You studied Romano. "You look like a pomodoro, too." You said, mimicking his pronunciation on the Italian word.
Romano's blush only worsened. Even though you couldn’t speak Italian, or at least, didn’t know any of it, the way you said that one word was music to his ears. Even if your pronunciation was a little off. Surprisingly, though, he didn’t correct you. He only shoveled the lasagna in his mouth. You giggled, watching him and ate the rest of your own piece.
When the two of you finished eating, you retreated into the living room. Romano put in a movie called Safe Haven that was bootlegged. He said that his brother left it out for the two of you to watch when Romano shooed him off to the "potato bastards" house. You loved it. Then ending actually made you cry it was so cute. Though Romano would never admit it, he almost cried too.
When the movie was over, it was after 11:30 and, since you had work tomorrow, Romano figured he would drive you home. On the way there you yawned often and almost fell asleep. When you arrived, you really tired, Romano walked you to your door.
"I had a lot of fun tonight, Romano." You said and smiled sleepily at him.
He blushed and smiled back. "Me too."
He raised one of his hands from his side and put it on your cheek, caressing it. You leaned your head in it and looked up at Romano. He slowly leaned it and his lips brushed against yours lightly. You tilted your head up and Romano pressed his lips against yours harder. Not long after he pulled back, too soon in your opinion.
"Buonanotte, bella." He said. "Good night, beautiful." He translated for you.
You blushed and unlocked the door to your house. Before you walked in you turned to Romano.
"Good night, Romano." You said and quickly pecked him on the cheek.
You saw his face turn red and you giggled a little bit before walking into your home. You closed the door, waving to Romano, who waved back as he walked to his car. When he was gone, you locked the door and went to bed, falling into a blissful night sleep, one of the best you’ve had in years.
Several months have passed since you and Romano started dating, almost ten, actually. You still worked at the same place, though you were still looking for a new job. Romano also moved in with you, too, so you wouldn’t have to work so often to pay for the house. In that time you also found out one secret about Romano. The secret of the curl.
You found out one night when the two of you were getting ready to go to bed, about three months into your relationship. The two of you lay down next to each other and before you closed your eyes, you decided to ruffle Romano's hair a little bit because you knew he didn’t like it. He glared. You decided since he was already mad, that you should try another taboo thing. Touch the curl. You grinned at him and kissed his cheek lightly. Then you ran a finger from the bottom of the curl all the way to the end. Romano let out a gasp. You giggled.
"What was that, Lo-vi-no?" You said, dragging out his name in an Italian accent, enunciating each syllable. You learned his middle name the day he moved in when Feliciano was saying good bye to him. He called him Lovi and glomped his brother, before Romano pushed him off, that is.
He recovered and glared. "What did I say about touching the curl, ragazza?"
You smirked and stroked the curl again, slower this time. You were rewarded with a light moan. "To not to?"
Romano looked at you with a savage, yet sexy look. "You know what happens next, now, don’t you?"
You giggled. "Nope!"
Romano pressed his lips against yours roughly, hungrily. When he pulled back he spoke. "I have to punish you, bella." He said huskily.
The rest of that night was history. You reminisced in your memory from months ago. You snapped out of it when you got a rough tap on your shoulder. You turned to see your boss standing there, looking pissed. He pointed to look in front of you. There was a line. And the first one in line was your boyfriend. You smiled at him.
"Hey, Romano." You said. "What are you doing here? You didn’t order anything."
"Do I have to order something to surprise mio ragazza?" He said and grinned. "Sides. I wanted to ask you something."
You looked at the line of customers behind him. It wasn’t too long. "Think you could wait a second so I can ring these guys up before they get angry?"
He looked behind him and then turned back to you, nodding somewhat reluctantly. "Sí." He took a seat at one of the booths.
While he was seated, you quickly rang up and had the customers pay for their food. When you were done, there was still about half of them there, waiting for their food to be finished cooking. You decided now was the best time as any to see what Romano wanted. You turned to him.
"So what did you want to ask me, Romano?" You asked, smiling at your boyfriend.
"Come here." He said and stood up.
You walked up in front of him.
"I know it's barely been ten months since we met and started dating. But… I felt like it's been long enough to know one thing, bella." He said, his amber eyes boring into your (e/c) ones, his face starting to turn really red. He cleared his throat and pulled out a small velvet box and lowered himself down onto one knee. "Ti amo, mio bella (name)." He opened the box, revealing a beautiful diamond stone fixed on a silver band. "I love you, my beautiful (name)." He translated for you. "Will you marry me?"
You gasped and covered your mouth with your hands. Your eyes widened and you nodded slowly. You felt tears of joy sting the back of your eyes.
"Y-yes, Romano." You said.
He smiled, his face turning fifty more shaded of red then it was before, and stood. He took the ring out of the box and slid it onto your finger. You watched as he did and when it was on, you looked up. He bent his head down, kissing you gently. When he pulled back he raised an eyebrow at you.
"Don’t you have something to say to me, bella ragazza?" He said and grinned.
You blushed. "I love you, too, Romano."
"Perfetto." He smiled and kissed you again. "Perfect."