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Just conducting a bit of a test here...

@allabandiera

Linda stared at Antonio a moment and began to blush. “Oh… you’re serious about this? I made that comment in jest, knowing it would get a reaction out of you.” She covered her mouth once more and chuckled. “(You sure do know how to talk to women…) Do you really mean what you’re telling me, Antonio? That I’m more beautiful than Spanish women, and all that?” Her blush grew.

He’d say anything to have a pretty woman wrapped around his finger, and it was evident by her rosy cheeks that the sweet Linda was falling victim to the infamous womanizer. “Of course, amor. Anyone with eyes could see that,” he laid it on thick, squeezing her hand in affirmation, before bringing her knuckles to his lips, still warm from the hot beverage, for a chaste kiss. Though, with the way she giggled and blushed shyly, his thoughts slowly turned to things that weren’t so chaste. “And if you’d like I would be more than happy to show you just how beautiful I find you.” After all, could anyone really resist the passion from the Kingdom of Spain?

“… oh, I—” Linda smiled brightly and began to chuckle once more. “I walked right into this! I really did… you’re too kind, Toni. You know what? I hope this sounds believable… but I’m going to call your bluff! Let’s see, then, Antonio.” She smirked and grabbed his hand with both of hers. “Show me what you’re on about. Here’s hoping you don’t fall through the floor all of a sudden, whatever you’re trying to do~!”

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Send me a heart for my muse’s reactions to yours giving them a kiss…

💕 …out of sheer excitement 💖 …to express their romantic feelings for my muse 💓…because they just couldn’t resist my muse’s lips 💛 …to cheer them up 💙 …for a first greeting 💜 …because they are horny 💗 …out of sibling/family affection 💚 …because they were dared to during a game 💔 …to say good bye 💞 …because they mistook them for someone else 💘 …because they suddenly realized how much they love (romantically and/or platonically) my muse

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@allabandiera

Linda winced once watching this but then cover her mouth as she began to giggle. “And golden is what that face of yours is called!” She shook her head and sighed, still trying to hold back some laughs. Once picking up her her coffee she blew on it a little. “Silly Antonio, always rushing into things like that… that’s why you stopped winning wars! Anyways… you flatter me, you know that? I mean, surely you’d be much more interested in models from your own country, right?”

As the initial sting of the burn dissipated, he tried his coffee once again, this time far more slowly–though the damage has already been done in the first place. At least he could make her laugh through his pain.

“Ay, mi bella, you know that no one’s beauty can compare to yours. I’m much more interested in you!”

And as an afterthought, he added, “I would even help you take your swimsuit pictures! Free of charge!” Though anyone who was remotely aware of his social media profile would clearly see how untalented he was in photography, considering his thumb could be found in every single picture he posted.

Linda stared at Antonio a moment and began to blush. “Oh… you’re serious about this? I made that comment in jest, knowing it would get a reaction out of you.” She covered her mouth once more and chuckled. “(You sure do know how to talk to women…) Do you really mean what you’re telling me, Antonio? That I’m more beautiful than Spanish women, and all that?” Her blush grew.

@allabandiera

“Nope, no lover, but I still have plenty of hobbies! Football, and maybe a bit of chess? Chess is fun. There’s an opening named after me, the Italian Game!” Linda motioned with her hands, as though she were picking up and moving pieces. “So that’s obviously what I try to play each time.” She grinned. “I wonder what you would think if I tried to become a model… and come on, now, French is still a very beautiful language. I’m not sure what you’re on about when you say it’s like choking on saliva. Have you ever heard Danish?” She pointed to her neck. “Now Anders, he talks as if there’s a potato stuck in his throat!”

“Two lattes!” The man from behind the counter brought them out and set them on the table.

“Grazie mille!”

No lover meant he was free to seduce and conquer as he pleased, checking her out in a way that he thought was subtle, though it very likely wasn’t–Antonio never really could keep his interest in a beautiful woman to himself. Sure he heard her talk about the football, the chess, even the remark about Anders, but he only seemed to focus on one part.

“You would be one of the most beautiful models in all the magazines,” leaning closer, he grinned, “And I would keep every cover you appear in.” While it was meant to sound smooth, Antonio did always have a hard time drawing the line between suave and creepy.

Before he could say anything more incriminating, the barista had been kind enough to bring their drinks over, “Oh!! Latte! That’s what it was called!” Could anyone blame him for not remembering? There were too many options to choose from. Taking a sip of his hot coffee, “Aiy!!” and jumped when he burned his tongue. Impatient as always, he fanned his tongue with his hand, any air of flirtation gone as quickly as it came.

Linda winced once watching this but then cover her mouth as she began to giggle. “And golden is what that face of yours is called!” She shook her head and sighed, still trying to hold back some laughs. Once picking up her her coffee she blew on it a little. “Silly Antonio, always rushing into things like that… that’s why you stopped winning wars! Anyways… you flatter me, you know that? I mean, surely you’d be much more interested in models from your own country, right?”

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@allabandiera

Linda only giggled in reply.

“No problema, señor,” the person behind the counter answered. “And for you, signorina?”

“¡También un café con leche!” she answered.

“Will that be all?”

“Sì!”

“All right, I’ll have those out shortly.” He got to work.

“All right, over here, Antonio!” Linda then attempted to pull Antonio towards an empty table near the window. “You should be glad that it’s ordering coffee with me, and not cheese with Francis. Imagine how much more of a disaster that would be? (How is he, by the way?)”

Laughing sheepishly, he averted her gaze. A thoughtful look came upon him as the name Francis was mentioned. How complicated that friendship was, yet before he could lose himself in his thoughts, he admitted,

“We haven’t really talked muuch these days. Last I heard his new hobby was modeling?” He always had some new project, and frankly, he never understood how Francis could keep up with all of it, after all, Antonio’s favorite hobby was sleeping.

With a chuckle, he followed the peppy young woman, “Si, si… you know how uptight he can be sometimes. He always gets angry when I don’t speak French over there. I don’t get it! It just sounds like they’re choking on their saliva when they speak!” It wasn’t an insult, just an observation, at least that’s how he intended it.

“But forget about him, tell me what’s been going on with you, mi linda?” Always amused by her human name being so conveniently the same as his go to term of endearment for cute women, Antonio couldn’t help but grin every time he said it. He was always the type to be easily amused, after all.

“Any new projects? Hobbies? A lover?” With a sly grin and raised eyebrow, Antonio knew most nations had a guilty pleasure of indulging in gossip, and he was no exception.

“Nope, no lover, but I still have plenty of hobbies! Football, and maybe a bit of chess? Chess is fun. There’s an opening named after me, the Italian Game!” Linda motioned with her hands, as though she were picking up and moving pieces. “So that’s obviously what I try to play each time.” She grinned. “I wonder what you would think if I tried to become a model… and come on, now, French is still a very beautiful language. I’m not sure what you’re on about when you say it’s like choking on saliva. Have you ever heard Danish?” She pointed to her neck. “Now Anders, he talks as if there’s a potato stuck in his throat!”

“Two lattes!” The man from behind the counter brought them out and set them on the table.

“Grazie mille!”

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@allabandiera

“Heh, heh…” Linda blushed and giggled softly once her hand was kissed. She looked Antonio in the eyes (even though hers were squinted) and smirked. “I don’t know what that is, you’ll have to use Italian when in Italy! But as for a good caffè shop, there’s a good one just down the street!” She pulled his hand as she led him over.

Although he rolled his eyes, there was no malice in the gesture, evident from the smile he wore. She always insisted he try speaking Italian when he visited, feigning ignorance when it came to his own language, yet he knew very well that she understood him–romance speakers like themselves just instinctively understood each other. Following behind her, muttering to himself, he tried to practice his order on the way, unable to recall all the names for their fancy beverages. “Cappuccino? Caffè latte? Ay, you have too many kinds of café here…” he grumbled petulantly. As soon as they arrived, he did the exact opposite of what he was asked and ordered in Spanish anyway, “Un café con leche,” and as an afterthought flashed a smile and added a quick, “Per favore!” at the end. Surely, Linda would be pleased with his feeble attempt.

Linda only giggled in reply.

“No problema, señor,” the person behind the counter answered. “And for you, signorina?”

“¡También un café con leche!” she answered.

“Will that be all?”

“Sì!”

“All right, I’ll have those out shortly.” He got to work.

“All right, over here, Antonio!” Linda then attempted to pull Antonio towards an empty table near the window. “You should be glad that it’s ordering coffee with me, and not cheese with Francis. Imagine how much more of a disaster that would be? (How is he, by the way?)”

@allabandiera

Send ‘♠♦♣♥’ and my muse will attempt to flirt with yours.

“Eh, you are looking very fine today, Antonio! Finer than… something very fine, that I can’t think of right now, that’s very fine, sì! Eh…” Linda glanced at her hand a moment and held it out to Antonio. “Well, you know, it’s that time of the day when we drink everyone’s favorite coffee bean-based beverage! Care to join me?”

The awkward attempt to flirt was particularly charming when it came from a cute woman like Linda, so he couldn’t help but crack a smile and chuckle anyway. After all, the way to Antonio’s pants heart is as simple as stroking his over-inflated ego. Taking the offered hand gently, he couldn’t help but tease her and bring her knuckles to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss over them. “How could I resist?” Grinning, he squeezed her hand, “So where is a good place for un café con leche?” While he knew the streets of Italy well, his knowledge paled in comparison to hers.

“Heh, heh…” Linda blushed and giggled softly once her hand was kissed. She looked Antonio in the eyes (even though hers were squinted) and smirked. “I don’t know what that is, you’ll have to use Italian when in Italy! But as for a good caffè shop, there’s a good one just down the street!” She pulled his hand as she led him over.

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Send ‘♠♦♣♥’ and my muse will attempt to flirt with yours.

“Eh, you are looking very fine today, Antonio! Finer than… something very fine, that I can’t think of right now, that’s very fine, sì! Eh…” Linda glanced at her hand a moment and held it out to Antonio. “Well, you know, it’s that time of the day when we drink everyone’s favorite coffee bean-based beverage! Care to join me?”