𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐝. 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧¹

𝐱.

𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙾𝚗𝚎, 𝙴𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚂𝚒𝚡: 𝚃𝚂-𝟷𝟿

𝙲.𝙳.𝙲.
𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟶

𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙴'𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝚅

I was in my room with Daryl. He was drinking and I was packing everything. The strange feeling I have was getting stronger. It wasn't going away.

I made sure all of our stuff was together and ready to go—in case we had to make a run for it—before I sat down beside Daryl.

"Why pack?" He grumbled.

I rolled my eyes before taking the bottle out of his hand, causing him to glare at me. "I have a bad feeling. You know that I'm always right when I have one."

I took a sip of the drink before Daryl took the bottle out of my hand. "Mine."

I glared at him. "Scortese. Stavo bevendo quello."
(Rude. I was drinking that.)

Daryl looked at me, the bottle in midair as he was going to take a drink. "'Kay, that was hot." I rolled my eyes. "But, 'm drinkin' this too."

"Then we share." I said, holding my hand out.

He gave me a look. "No."

I growled. Fine.

"Ti odio." I said, crossing my arms.
(I hate you.)

Thankfully, Daryl didn't know a lot of Italian. So, I could basically get away with saying anything in Italian that he doesn't know.

He looked at me, his head tilted like a cute puppy. "What'd ye say?"

I smirked, shaking my head. "Non dirlo."
(Not telling.)

Daryl groaned. "C'mon."

I shook my head, again. "Diavolo no."
(Hell no.)