when we meet again. {thomas raggi}

our story.

Location: Monteverne (Rome), Italy

"Ow!"

"Hey!" Klara stood up after falling down, brushing the dirt from her shorts.

"I'm so sorry, are you alright?" The voice of the perpetrator held a thick Italian accent as it spoke to her.

She looked up to see two hazel eyes staring at her, worry dancing around in the owners irises. He had a hand stretched out for her to take but she had already stood up on her own. She hadn't taken notice of the man in front of her, which seemed to amuse him.

"Oh, sorry. Um, are you English?" He asked when the girl in front of him didn't answer but looked at him wearily instead. A heavy accent accompanied his voice, yet he still tried his best to come across as understandable.

Klara shook her head, as if to get rid of her confusion. "I'm fine, sorry about that." She spoke in Italian, chuckling awkwardly, unaware of the feeling that rose in her stomach. "I should have been looking out."

"No, it was my fault. Don't worry about it." The guy smiled back at her.

"No, really it was on me-" Klara rambled, becoming nervous under his gaze.

"It was my fault." The man cut her off, looking her in the eyes. "Like I said, don't worry about it. Pretty girls like you should concern yourself with more important matters."

Her rambling came to a halt, she seemed speechless for a moment untill she realised what he was doing. He was flirting. A small smirk appeared on her face as the man smiled at her realization.

His shirt brown hair danced around in the light breeze, creating somewhat of an ethereal aura around him. He had to squint his eyes due to the warm Italian sunlight attacking his face, though he was still captivating to her. The smirk on his face formed an expression that would normally cause Klara to melt, had she not gotten the rush if adrenaline from the scare of her sudden fall.

The man had stuck his hands in his pockets, giving of an effortless kind of vibe, though she wondered if that was only for show. He seemed arrogant, but in an endearing kind of way, like a show off, but only to impress her. Doing everything he could to attract even the smallest bit of attention from the girl.

"Then what should I be concerning myself with?" She said, trying to compress the smirk from growing, appearing as nonchalant as possible.

He shrugged, and pretended to think for a while. "How about a pretty girl like you concerns herself with a pretty boy like me?" He spoke, copying her actions.

Klara looked him up and down, arrogantly raising an eyebrow at the man. "Pretty, you say?"

"Well, I'd like to think of myself as above average."

She playfully scoffed. "I'd say average at best."

The guy faked a hurt expression, bringing his heart to his chest as if she had caused it pain. She chuckled, earning a genuine smile from him.

"Well, I guess in the right lighting... I might be able to reconsider my judgement." She laughed. "In the moonlight perhaps?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Is this an invitation for me to ask you out?"

Klara shrugged, cocking her head to the side as she pretended to check out her nails. "I mean, maybe? How about you try."

She looked up from her hand to see him staring right at her, a light blush rested on his cheeks, indicating her usually miserable attempts at flirting had a actually succeeded in getting a reaction out of him. Her expression unconsciously softened, a small smile forming on her face as she watched him struggle to find the words. The two stood there in silence for a while untill they were interrupted by a loud yell.