Rose
As soon as I wake up in the morning, I head out to get some fresh air and instead of finding myself going to spend time alone, I see Elis standing near the porch as he busies himself by watching the morning sky. From behind, I would've mistaken him as Elia.
''Good morning,'' I say and he immediately turn to look at me.
''Buon giorno,'' He replies.
''You know, I don't speak Italian. I've been confused the entire time I hear you or anyone else speak Italian. It just has got to stop,'' I joke and from the side, I see him smiling, revealing a dimple I've never come to notice much—but both of his eyes are still focused on something, not bothered to look at me.
''You're in love with an Italian man, yet you barely know Italian.'' He says, glancing at my direction for a few seconds; som
