A few days later,I waited til my parents were away and went back to the surface. I couldn't help it! I wanted to see more! "I wonder if I'll see the Ercole guy again." I thought to myself.
It was day Time and I was walking around the same town I was in last time. As I was walking,I saw a little shop with a sweet smell coming from it. It was a galato shop! I had heard about this stuff before.
I walked in and asked for some. The girl gave me a one and I walked out licking the sweet treat. It was delicious! I smiled as I ate it because of how good it was! The flavor was (f/f).
As I was walking I hear somebody yell. "Out of the way!" I looked up to see a guy on a Vespa riding right to me. "Wah!" I yelled as I jumped out of the way.
He rode around the fountain and then back to me. He smoothly got off while the other two propped his vehicle up against the wall. "It's Ercole!" I said as my eyes lit up and I bit my lip.
"Guido! Ciccio! Looks who it is? It's our little friend that we met the other day." Ercole said as leaned over on his vehicle.
"Oh my gosh! He remembers me!" I thought to myself. "Yep. It's me! Hello Ercole." I said withe smile. "Hm,and seems she remembers us." Ercole said. Guido and Ciccio giggled.
I looked down at the vehicle that Ercole was riding. It was pretty sparkly red with clear mirrors. "Huh? What are you doing?" Ercole asked. "Oh. I was just looking at the thing you're riding." I said. "Oh,yes! My beautiful Vespa! It's my only happiness in this world we live in." He told me.
"Oh." I said back with a small laugh. I then touched his Vespa and and felt the smoothness of it. Ercole then slapped my hand. "Stop touching her! She is mine." He said as he started up the engine.
"Sorry." I said as I shook my hand a little. "Well,piccolina,I'll see you later." Ercole said as he squeezed my face with his hand. "Oh! For me?" He said as he took the galati out of my hand. He liked it. He thought for a second. "Hm. Next time,get chocolate." He said as he drove away. "Ciao!" He yelled as he rode away. "Welp. There goes my galato." I thought to myself. But I didn't care. I smiled at the thought that he touched my face. I touched my cheek and smiled.
