At dinner at Stefania’s
With my beautiful bouquet of red roses, the box of chocolates in my hand and the tattooed bicep showing, I rang the bell of Stefania's house. She quickly came to open the door, a sign that she couldn’t wait to see me... or rather, to see Italo.
«I'm not buying anything» she said absent-mindedly, after giving me a long empty look.
«But wait...» I was about to say, but she didn’t let me finish the sentence.
«I'm sorry but I don’t have time now, I'm waiting for someone» she replied without even looking at me, right after she closed the door in my face.
«Stefania, it's me ... it’s Italo!» I almost shouted, full of frustration, while her steps behind the door were going away.
«Did you see what you’ve done? She didn’t even recognize you» Italo was starting to grumbl
