"How do you say idiot in Italian?"
"Bell'uomo."
[ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛]
"You're a bell'uomo."
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Isabelle Ariti just needed someone to talk to, and Leonardo Rossi happened to be there. He was her escape and she was his. Her obsession...
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Isabelle
How bad would it hurt to be hit with a sock full of butter?
A scale from 1-10. I'm guessing a seven.
I'm very open to testing this, as long as I'm the one doing the hitting.
Leo asked if I could pick him up from the airport so he wouldn't have to ride home with James talking the whole time. And I being the gracious person I am gladly agreed.
The fact I missed him also helped with this decision.
He has a talent for saying so much and so little all at once.
I parked before getting out of the car and meeting him at the fancy little area they have for private jets.
Well, it's not fancy, just void of larger planes.
Apparently, for business they always go on their own plane rather than a commercial flight. I personally enjoy planes. I've been on one once and that's it but from what I can remember it was fantastic.
The stairs for their thing opened and soon enough Leo walked down giving dirty looks at James as he did so.
I waved at him smiling, making him redirect his glare at me that softened as my smile grew bigger, "Hi Lee," he pulled me into a hug making me laugh, "How was France?"
"Fucking boring," he mumbled.
"Didn't meet any cute French people," I asked, opening my trunk.
"No."
Good.
I sighed, "That's a shame, personally I met three cute French people the other day," my words got caught in my throat as I looked at him tilting his head at me smiling.
"Really?" he said lowly.
"Well no."
"Bene," he murmured. [good]
"I missed you."
He softly smiled, "I missed you too Principessa."
"You better have," I smiled over at everyone else who was getting into their cars, "Did you to any landmarks?"
