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(the song is not for the entire chapter. it is mentioned later on and if you are curious which song was talked about here it is!!!)


June, 2018


     Damiano was ecstatic, tonight was his date with Margot! He spent all day before planning for their great first official date. From the places they would visit, to where they would eat, to what he would wear. To say that he was not ready was an understatement, the thing he was not ready for was how things would play out. Will Margot like his plans, would she like what he was wearing or what he smelled like? Million and one thought went through his head while he was getting ready for the big date. He wore a nice white button up with some black cigarette trousers and nice dress shoes. He grabbed a leather jacket that looked sick paired with the whole ensemble. He borrowed his brother motorcycle earlier that day, a Harley-Davidson Fat Boy that glided amazingly on the roads. He was not sure if Margot would like the ride of choice for the evening, but he was excited to have her arms wrapped around his midsection while the wind blew their hair back as they cruised down the highway near the sea.

With a last few spritz of his cologne, a last rake through his hair and a brief mirror check to see if he had anything in his teeth, he hopped down the stairs so he can get on his way out. "I'm going! Wish me luck!" – Damiano shouted towards his band mates that were sitting in the garden basking in the last sunrays. "Let me see you!" – Vic shouted as she ran towards the entrance door with Chilli on her tail. She inspected him, fixing his collar, and giving him a big smile and thumbs up! "You look amazing! She would definitely swoon!" – Vic told him before patting his back. The guys from outside shouted a few good lucks before Damiano took a deep breath and left. The ride towards her villa was short. He carefully rode down and up the hill that separated the two villas.

On the other side of the hill, Margot was finishing talking to her dad. She told him all about Damiano and how they were going out for a date. He "gave" her a seal of approval and a small pep talk about how she is supposed to be treated and that if anything goes back to give Antonio a call and he would come pick her up in a heartbeat, and if anything goes seriously wrong to give him a call personally and he would come with the first flight down to give Damiano a piece of his mind. With that "blessing", Margot waited by the door for her date to arrive. Anxious, because she was not sure if she was properly dressed for the date he had planned, obviously from not knowing his plans. As Damiano drove up the hill, he could see the sun barely setting in, giving him the reassurance that the date will be perfect. He parked the motorcycle and went on to knock on the door Margot was anxiously waiting behind. As soon as she opened the door and saw Damiano in a leather jacket all the anxiety she was holding in melted away from her face which was very evident to him. She smiled brightly at him, giving him a short hug and a few kisses on the cheek. To Damiano, she looked perfect. The two were almost matching, both wore black cigarette pants, both wore leather jackets, and both wore black shoes. As she embraced him and he embraced her back, he could smell her perfume that has been lingering in his mind for days now.

"Shall we, my lady?" – Damiano gestured the girl towards the motorcycle that was perched up in her driveway. "We shall, gentle man!" – she took his hand as he guided her to the motorcycle. Both got comfortable on it, and as soon as Margot gave him the okay with her hands around his abdomen and head rested on the nook of his neck, Damiano took off. He drove down the scenic highway with Margot's hair being blown behind her by the wind. The two made small talk on their way over. Every time he made her laugh, she would tighten her arms around his abdomen and hide her face in the nook of his neck. He noticed her curly hair blowing behind her on his rear mirrors. Her smell intoxicated him.

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