Sarah
"Non sono sicuro di quale sia più adorabile. Tu o il tramonto." The smooth Italian baritone calls out as I watch a guy perch himself on the seat across from me at the table out on the terrace. (I'm not sure which is more lovely. You or the sunset.) He's muscular and is handsome. He does nothing for me unlike the guy I see approaching with those emerald eyes lit up like a green thundercloud. His jaw is set as he strides quickly to intervene. I could say something, but I like to watch him go all feral possessive like he does.
I fail to contain the smile and he believes it's for him. "I'm Gio."
A large hand drags his chair backwards. "Dovresti provare a capirlo da un'altra tabella. E non con la mia ragazza prima di renderti molto difficile vedere lei o il tramonto." Liam reads off
