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I hurried my way out of my apartment with half an eaten apple between my teeth. Once i was standing outside my building, i looked at my wrist watch and sighed. I'm a little too early. But the earlier the better! I'm so very exited for today.

The sun was still not fully up. I enjoyed my peaceful walk in the partially dark, partially light streets of Naples. It was quite, of course it is. It's not even 7 yet, and everybody is probably sleeping or getting ready for work.

I finished eating my apple and looked around for a public trash bin, which was luckily located right near the school. Feeling quite enthusiastic, i didn't go close but instead closed one eye and aimed for an angle to toss the core of the apple right in the bin.

Once i tossed it in, i heard children cheering me up followed by their little claps. I turned around and couldn't hold my big ass smile in and bowed. Earning giggles and more claps. The men from yesterday showed up behind them as well.

"narancia! What did i tell you about not running off like that?".

That man from yesterday who held two babies scolded the little boy. He took the children's spotlight with his almost, angelic like beauty. Beautiful shiny black hair and those lapis eyes. I almost got caught staring, but thanks to more people right by him saved me from that unneeded embarrassment.

But that really didn't help either, those other men were fine gentlemen as well. And oh my, the other man with beautiful silver hair was tall, he was practically hovering over the rest of them. Maybe they were just short and i couldn't tell because i stood too far.

Anywho, the boy frowned and looked at his feet whilst the man gave him a little scolding. I giggled and walked up to the school's entrance, pushing the door open and making my way inside.

I followed the way inside and read all the signs on the walls until i stopped by one which read  Ufficio principale '. Proud, I gave myself a 'good job' and smiled at my successful attempt on understanding.

But i mean, it was quite obvious. Both the words and how the door kept plain. Before i knocked, i dusted away any crease or dust that might be on my clothing and ran my palms over my hair. And the most important thing, checked my watch.

' 7:00 am sharp. Neat (y/n)! '

A sigh and my knuckles met the door. I waited for a few seconds. The door cracked open and there stood the young boy from yesterday, peaking before putting a smile on his face and opening the door.

"oh! G-good morning! Please come in!"

I followed the boy in and he sat me down right across the principals table. "he'll be here in a m-minute, mean whilst, w-would you like anything to drink?"
"oh? Oh no it's alright, thank you though".

After that, the boy excused himself and went who knows where. I sat there idle and looked around the room. I noticed a few photos on the table and some on the walls. I took a close look at the one right in front of me.

The photo was of a man who looked just like the young boy, more mature and just as beautiful as him.
And a photo of a cute baby girl in the man's arms. They both got their hair from their father. Besides the boy's eyes, his were hazel whilst the baby girl looked like a carbon copy of her father.

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Currently I trying to get Trish to sleep. Doppio just informed me that, that person had arrived. 'damnit, people are always late.. And Trish won't even be asleep until 8'. I sighed and dropped my head to the side, my other hand giving her butt pats.

I looked down at my daughter who was curled up in a ball right by my chest and grasping my tie, fiddling and gently pulling it whilst she expressions on her milk bottle nipple. I caressed her head covered with hair just as pink as mine.

Her eyes darted over my hand and then back on her feeder. She grunted and sat up, detaching herself from her bottle and stared at me with those big beady emerald green eyes.

"burp".

I chuckled whilst she stared at me confused. I sighed and sat up, just as i did so. She threw herself on me, making irritated baby sounds and hugged my thigh.
"oh come on trish, papa has someone to meet". She responded by chewing on her feeder with her toothless gums.

I sighed again. "please forgive me, it'll only take a few minutes alright?" i grabbed her and put her back in her crip with her feeder in her out and sprinted out of the room. It hadn't even been a minute and she started crying.

"oh doppio where are you young man".

I rubbed my temples and went back in the room. Her crying died down a bit as i leaned on her crip. She yeeted her milk bottle away and stretched her tiny limbs forward, grunting and hiccuping.

Does crying for a few seconds really gets a whole lot out of babies? I will never know. My eyes softened and i eventually picked her up and wiped her tears away. She made herself comfortable on my chest and rested her head on my shoulders.

"guess you'll be interviewing them as well huh"

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I heard a baby crying and looked the way where it came from. "oh damn, someone is giving her papa a hard time". I giggled picturing a very professional man tying to calm his daughter but failing miserably.
A few minutes later, i heard heavy foot steps and looked behind once more.

Standing up and greeting the man.
"good morning sir".

The man nodded and sighed. He looked so tired and his attire was creased, his long pink hair was not in place. "good morning, miss?". I didn't focus on what he said, but what the little girl was doing to his hair. I chuckled, realized and covered my mouth with my fingers.

"s-sorry, uhem. It's (y/n) (l/n)."

"miss (y/n)"

"yes"

"don't mind my daughter here, I'm diavolo. It's a pleasure to see someone up for the position. We've been looking for someone for a long time now".

Again, i got distracted and watched how the baby girl stretched her hand out and made grabbing gestures at the pink bear that sat on the table. Without hesitation, i picked it up and gave it to her.

She made eye contact with me before giggling and shoving her face into the stuffed animal. I too, giggled. Who wouldn't?

"uhem, miss (y/n)?"

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