"Stop it" I laughed
"Come on" John pulled me
As you can guess. Yes. He took me to town. It was a beautiful night on the streets.
The warm fresh air of Rome was filled with conversations of people in the streets, whispers of lovers sitting on benches and the clink of expensive wine glasses in the fancy restaurants.
John narrated some interesting facts about Rome as we walked down. We bought ice cream earlier on. I feasted on a very sweet vanilla flavour as I took in the beautiful scenery in front of me.
"Do you know that women in ancient Rome dyed their hair with goat fat and bench wood ashes? The most popular colours were red and blonde"
He briefly glanced at my hair and looked away. I gasped in horror
"I'm a natural blonde" I defended
He grinned widely
"Just making sure"
I rolle
