“so what you’re saying, caro, is that you’ll come to karaoke with me this weekend?” gianna asked, eyes filled with hope as she perked right up. her elbows were sitting atop the bar with her chin in hand. “it’s been forever since i’ve gone and we’ll have such a fun time, lo prometto! per favore?” her puppy dog eyes were usually pretty effective.
“but you hardly know me. are you sure you want to spend time with the world’s most boring californian?” elias asked the woman. the man sighed, “i mean, i love karaoke.. but i can’t really sing that great. though, i usually do the same song all the time when i used to go back in california.. so i guess i can make an exception, as long as you don’t mind hanging out with the new guy around here.”












