BIANCA'S POV
"You know, you remind me of my Nonna." He said, making me wonder why he thought so. He had spoken fondly about the woman yesterday and from his words, he cared deeply for her.
"I do?
"A lot." He chuckled, almost like he didn't believe his own words.
"You don't sound sure." I noted.
"That's the problem." He muttered to himself. "You're just so familiar...... I don't know how to explain it." He chuckled again, making me scratch the tip of my nose. "You see?" He grinned.
"See what?"
"That action."
"What action?" I asked in confusion.
"Scratching the tip of your nose." He laughed. "My Nonna used to do that a lot."
"Oh? It's a normal thing I do most of the time."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"I've not seen you do that often." He countered.
"Well, you probably just haven't not
