Simone...
"You changed drastically, Rom," I said, through my thick lashes. "I'm still the animalistic Romano," he answered without looking at me. We are at the Italian restaurant, having dinner. "I expect an underground VIP room; you like hard things," I gibe at him.
"It's boring there," he said, shrugging.
"You change your preference then?" I asked him again.
"Let's say I'm having a vacation from all the hard things. Even though I am working hard now, I will not take you there again. I like you because you don't judge me about my twisted preferences."
I sighed. "I'm also twisted; who am I to judge?" I smiled.
"I like your smile One, you should do it often," he said while looking at me.
"It's an empty smile; it's not good to show something that has no sense," I said, but he frowned.
