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jerry-fratelli:
As usual, Jerry had been experiencing moments in which his attention had been diverted to the phone in his hand. He had been checking out a video a friend sent him and chuckling at what he was seeing when he heard someone. Moving his glance from the device he noticed what she had been asking. “Oh, yeah, sure,” he agreed, stuffing his phone into one of his pockets and heading that way. “Moving in our out?” he made conversation, approaching the vehicle and offering to get the box out of her hands. Jerry hadn’t been living around that neighborhood for long, so, he hadn’t yet had the chance to meet all the people who lived there.
When the man had stopped and agreed to help, she flashed him a grateful smile, picking up the box again. “Belated moving out, to be exact. This is my parent’s place, I officially moved two years ago but left some stuff in my old bedroom. Figured it was about time to pick it up but looking at it now, I should’ve just let it dust up there.” She lightly shook her head, it was typical for her to change her mind as soon as things didn’t go by plan. Upon his gesture of taking the box from her, she still kept her hands hovering near it. “Thank you. See any place where this guy could fit without making my car burst?”
margo-bianchi:
Stopping in her tracks, Margo glanced at the woman speaking then at her car which looked like a five year old kid shoved everything in a hurry. “Maybe we should first try to rearrange your other boxes for that one to fit in hun?” she asked as she neared the car with her heels clicking audibly on the sidewalk.
Sofia looked back and forth between the girl and her own car. With a sigh, she shoved the box on the ground further away with her leg. “I guess at this point it’s the only logical solution.” Placing both her hands on her hips, her eyes scanned the mess she had made. “I wanted to be done quickly and now I’ll be stuck here for another thirty minutes. Good job me.” Glancing at the girl, a friendly smile showed up on her face. “How pathetic do I look right now? You can be brutally honest.”
ali-mattarazzo:
Ali hadn’t had the chance to go around that neighborhood just yet. She was somewhat new to town still, so, no matter how small the place actually was, she just hadn’t had the time to visit everything or get to know all the meanders up until then, which was the reason why she seemed a bit lost. Upon hearing the words of the woman nearby, Ali opened up a smile, thinking it would be her chance to get her bearings. “Oh, yeah, of course!” she said picking some of the contents. “What would you need help with?” she inquired.
“You’re an angel!” Sofia’s smile mirrored the one from the other as the brunette agreed to help. “I just - “ She shrugged her shoulders, looking a little embarrassed. “I was trying really hard to fit everything inside but that’s probably not a good task for someone as chaotic as myself. And now here I am and nothing fits inside my car anymore. So I skipped the part where I use common sense and I could really use some help getting that box inside without hopefully breaking anything inside of it.”
I like art, and by art I mean music, poetry, sex, paintings, the human body, literature… All of this is art to me.
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marcellarossi:
“I knew I could count on you to save my, and I quote, ‘pretty butt’. But I doubt papa would ever get mad at me anyway. One look at Lexie and all his anger? Gone, in a snap.” Marcella replied, snapping her fingers accordingly. “I can’t believe I used my own daughter as emotional leverage. You should take her from my toxic hands.” She chuckled briefly at that.
“I’m not against feeding Lexie some chocolate, but only the good kind. My kid has to have a good taste. Lucy’s putting in a fierce competition for that title too, you know. And for once, I’m going to encourage a little sibling rivalry.”
“Do you know the man? He can get angry over the silliest things, he just doesn’t show it in front of Lexie and then makes passive aggressive comments at the dinner table which Mom always brings to a halt. It’s almost a family tradition by now.” She couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, you -Marcella Rossi - are an awful human being. Shame on you for using your adorable daughter like that.”
Smacking her lips together, Sofia rolled her eyes. “First of all, I’m a cheap girl who can’t afford, and I quote, ‘good taste’. If it weren’t for the restaurant I’d probably live off frozen pizza and not even the good kind. Second, if Lucy is after it, I’ve already lost. But I’ll still try, I won’t go down without a fight. It’s not my style.”
stefano-tocci:
“I’ve always thought it was the aura of authority I have around me.” Stefano said with a small smirk playing on his lips as he moved his eyes over the woman, recognizing certain features. But he might have been wrong, he knew all the Rossi'a who lived in Ecrin still. “No problem. We get situations like this every once in a while around here.”
“Aura of authority, huh? Sounds good to me, despite the fact that all I ever did was piss off every authority I came in contact with.“ She smiled at the man, sort of surprised that she couldn’t connect a name to his face. Though to be fair, she rarely asked for anyone’s name - she remembered people by first and second impressions if she got a chance to. “I probably wouldn’t use that piece of information for an advertising strategy. Unless, of course, you want to throw yourself into the picture and promise to protect each and every client from pushy, testosterone-controlled tourists. That might actually work miracles.”
stefano-tocci:
One closer look at the two people and he read the station pretty easily. He pointed at the guest and spoke in his rusty English with a deep accent. “You. Get out my lobby right now or you will be looking for other hotel.” He said and waved at the piccolo. Then he turned back to the blonde. “Sorry about that, some people tend to think that just because they aren’t native they can get away with anything.” Stefano said with a polite smile.
She watched the confrontation go down and as soon as the stranger hurried away from them a small, amused smile popped up on her face. “My hero.” Joking, she turned towards him. “Is that the trick? The height of a tree combined with a beard and every douche goes running for the hills? Cause if that’s so, I’m probably not in a good spot.” Her expression lightened up as soon as the tourist was out of sight, her whole body visibly relaxing. “It’s fine, you’re not the one who needs to apologize.Though I should thank you. It would’ve taken me way longer to get rid of him on my own. So...thanks.”
the--theo:
Theodore had been leaning on the wall of the building and watching the blonde sweat while getting, or more like, trying to get the boxes in her car. As she turned to him he just stared for a few long moments in silence. “I’m actually enjoying the effort you’re putting into this. I wouldn’t want to ruin it for you”
Sofia simply rolled her eyes and turned away, picking up the box once more. With a few glances in his direction, she started to work again. “I, on the other hand, enjoy the effort you put into being a decent helpful human being - which is none. It hilarious, really.”
marcellarossi:
“I think finally getting your three year old to sleep after hours of reading them Dr. Seuss books warrants a long-overdue break, don’t you think?” Marcella remarked absently, the rare bout of good news causing her to smile even more. “I promise I’ll get back to managing the restaurant in a while.”
“Relax, Marci. I’m not papa, I won’t haul your pretty butt to work.” Sofia smiled at her sister and she put the plate away, leaning against the kitchen sink and wiped her wet hands on her apron. “You know, I can skip Venice this weekend and take the little bug on Saturday. But I will feed her some chocolate, though. Got to keep my title of the ‘cool aunt’.”
stefano-tocci:
“Is there a problem? Or do you just enjoy talking in a loud voice?” Stefano questioned with an even tone as he stepped closer to the person in question.
Sofia turned to look over her shoulder as she heard someone address her, which wasn’t a surprise - she did get louder by the second and it was hard to ignore that people started to notice. But who could blame a girl when she clearly didn’t want to play along with the flirting of a tourist but they didn’t accept her no. “Both, actually. Care to join the so-called conversation or do you want to beat him up before I do?”
Just stay put. I’ll handle it.
I want someone to tell me that they won’t leave. That I’m worth more than being left behind.
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