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It was about 8 am in Trento, Italy when a girl's eyelids fluttered awake. She sat upright on her bed and pandiculated after a restful night filled with vivid dreams. Ah, how incredible had it felt to fly, if only in her imagination.

"Alright, mi cara (my dear)," she whispered to her bed. "I've got to go!" With that, she hopped off the bed and rushed to get ready.

Decked in a white off-the-shoulders crop top and denim jeans, she slipped on a few gold and silver bangles arranged arbitrarily. She put on some gold hoops and fixed her straight black hair so it wouldn't fall into her brown eyes whilst working. With a light touch of makeup, she was ready. "Oh! Almost forgot," she exclaimed as she rushed back into her walk-in closet, rummaging through until she found a pair of brown sandals, officially completing her look.

"Very nice," she complimented herself through the mirror, blowing a flying kiss to her reflection before darting out of her room and racing down the stairs two at a time.

Throwing a brown bag over her shoulder, she looked frustratedly towards the closed front door as someone honked. "Calm yourself, Enrico. I'm coming!" she yelled, but her shriek was to no avail, for the honking continued until she had slammed the front door and sat in the car. "You have no patience," she said with a frown.

A young man smirked from the driver's seat. "You look ravishing today, darling," he said in a heavy Italian accent. The girl retched. "Keep it in your pants, Enrico. I'm sick of rejecting your poor ass over and over again," she said. "Your loss. By the way, you're late."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I got caught up enjoying my last minutes of not being here."

"Jeez, you're sassier than usual," Enrico said, offering a donut. "I have my days," she said, reaching over to grab the whole box on his lap. "Hey—"

"Drive, Enrico. Just drive."

As Enrico was driving down the streets, a comfortable silence settled around the two. "So, when are you supposed to be back?" he asked. "Two months," she replied as she took another bite from a pink donut. "Oh, good. I don't have to see your face for two months. This is going to be fun."

The girl chortled. "Was that an attempt at sarcasm? We both know you have literally nothing better to do in life other than stare at my beautiful face."

"I'd rather be kissing it, amore (love)," he said. "Ha, keep dreaming, Rick."

"Of you? Gladly," he said. She looked up from her donut at him, only to find him staring at the road in front of them. She sighed. "Enrico, we've talked about this a gazillion times. I see you as my best friend, and there's nothing between us except for that. I know I've told you this before, but I feel the need to keep repeating it so you don't get your hopes up. It won't work out, Rick. Because I'm still waiting for my Prince Charming, and I can say for a fact that it's not you."

Enrico nodded his head slowly, his gaze fixated on the street ahead of them. He chose not to reply to her.

The car lurched to a stop in front of the airport. "Bye, Rick. Thanks!" she said as she stepped out of the car and to the trunk, where her luggage had been stored the previous night.

"See you in two months!" Enrico called from where he was sitting.

"Enjoy your boring life without me!" she replied with a smirk. As she was walking away, his voice stopped her. "Annika?"

She turned. "I will miss you, despite all that I say."

She smiled. "I'd miss me too!"

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