Three
587 Words
Niccolo
I call my cousin.
"To what do I owe the pleasure," He starts.
"I founds the most interesting pet," he grunts. I rolled my eyes.
"Is that all she does? I swear every time I call, she's sucking your dick."
"f**k, you just have really bad timing."
"Hey, Niccoló!"
"Hello, Savannah. Can you take a break please?"
"Sure!"
"Go on," Lucy curses.
I roll my eyes. "She's a cute little thing. Relatively young, but..."
"What's relatively young?" He asks.
"18."
"Merde! Stealing from the cradle, cugino?"
I chuckle, closing my eyes. "Maybe. She's legal. Very amusing. I could use a distraction."
Luciano goes quiet. "She's too young, Niccolò."
"She's legal."
"She must have a banging body for you to go after her like this.
I picture her. "No. She's flat. It's not really a s****l thing. She's just...amusing."
Her face is stuck in my head. She's an expressive little thing.
"Well, how do plan to get her?"
I look at her file.
"I'll ask her out tommorow. I should be able to convince her."
"Tell me again why you're pursing her."
I sigh. "I like her reactions. She's very colorful, expressive. She has enough life for the both of us."
He doesn't ask any more questions.
"Just don't hurt her, Nic."
I don't make any promises.
***
The next day I showed up at her door with some flowers.
She opened it, donning a huge sweater with Micky mouse on it, and some shorts, her hair up.
Then, she at me in wordless astonishment. It didn't last long-the wordless part.
"You...know where I live!" She grinned sheepishly. "That's not disconcerting at all. How can I help you?"
Damn, now that I think about, showing up at her door mat not have been the right thing to do after all.
"I came to ask you out,"
She stares at me blankly. "Why?"
Was not expecting that question.
"For the sake of taking you out," I reply.
She states at me some more. Her eyes rake my frame, settling on my eyes.
"Do you ever not wear a suit?"
"Rarely. "
"I figured. I'm sorry, what was you name?"
My name. Of course. I really didn't think that through.
I clear my throat. "I'm Niccoló."
"Niccoló..." She trails waiting for me to finish.
I don't wanna say Vitale. She seems like a smart girl, and it'll click right away if I do. In fact, she might already know who I am.
Still, I settle on...
"Bonaparte."
She crosses her arms giving me a skeptical look. "Niccoló Bonaparte."
"Sí," I stick with my lie.
"Are you French?"
No, I'm a terrible liar apparently.
"Does it matter?" My accent thickens as I get exasperated.
"I suppose not, Mr. Bonaparte." She stressed the name, letting me know she doesn't believe me a bit.
I just had to read a history book last night, didn't I.
"But I'm very busy. I'm sorry but I can't go out with you."
I nod. "Well, these flowers are still for you."
She takes them, smiling softly at me.
"They're beautiful," She says genuinely. "Thank you."
Once again, I nod. "I'll see you around."
"You never asked my name," She called after me.
I stop. "What's your name."
She does that soft smile. "I'm Manon."
A small smile struggled to the surface.
"I'll see you around Manon."
I walk back to my waiting car, smiling slightly.
The driver stares at me in the rearview mirror.
"Where to Capo?"
I look out the window. "Anywhere but home."
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