It was too evident not to recognize him. That face was really handsome.
Okay too much information.
“Hi Mia,”
“Hi Ryle.” was the only thing I could say at this point. I was sweating—sweating just by looking at this guy.
“Do you usually stay in Italy?” I ask as Dario brings out plates
“On some days.” Our eyes meet and I quickly shift my gaze from him.
“You bumped into Ryle in the parking lot yesterday.” Dario explained
“Yeah—”
“If not for this fucker I would have lost you. You were so mad and I know it's cause of the drink you had.”
I look at Ryle. Well…
“Thank you…for uh…last night.” I said to him
“It's no problem, glad I helped Dario was f*****g pissed.” He said laughing at Dario.
I couldn't resist looking at his eyes and he knew it too. His eyes were ocean blue—they were so
