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Rosetta and Ollie stepped out of the trattoria into the bustling streets of Rome. The tender wind tousled her hair, blowing through the thin material of her white blouse, unsticking it from her skin.
That was one of the few things she hated about summer.
Amidst the sea of bustling bodies and animated chatter, Rosetta could hear a rhythmic beat of music spilt into the night, an irresistible melody beckoning them closer. As she glanced towards Ollie, she could see that he was equally enthralled by it, and without a word, they set off in the direction of the music, their steps quickening as it grew louder in their ears.
As they turned a corner, the source of the music became clearer. There was a street celebration in full swing, people jumping and dancing, losing themselves to the blaring melodies.
"Excuse me." Rosetta poked her finger into the arm of a man swaying near them, leaning closer to shout into his ear. He tilted ever-so-slightly, turning to face her with a drunken, yet happy gaze. "What's happening here? This looks like a lot of fun!"
"Party! Graduation!" the blonde-haired man exclaimed back over the music; a distinct southern French accent imprinted in his slurred words.
As if summoned out of thin air, empty soda cups suddenly materialised in Rosetta's and Ollie's grasp, leaving them momentarily perplexed. Yet, amidst their confusion, they accepted the unexpected offering extended by the stranger.
"Vodka soda! Pour vous deux !" The man beamed, pouring the liquids into their cups.
Taken aback, she jolted slightly, bottom lip puckering out of surprise, brows furrowing before cackles erupted out of her lungs. It was starting to get obvious that he was inviting them to join in their fun.
"Bah, merci," she nodded to the man.
It looked as though she was the only one loving the idea of having a blast of an evening, judging by the intense doubtful stare she was getting from Ollie as she took a quick sip of the drink. It was strong, making her wince in an instant as a burning sensation tingled in her throat.
"You're going back?" she grinned, giving his arm a playful punch.
"It's dark, I'm not leaving you here alone," Ollie sternly said, a deadpanned expression embroidered into his features.
"Ooh... protective. I like it," she teased, giggling lightly, "well, try to have some fun while you're at it, Mister Bodyguard."
The stranger's hand clasped Rosetta's wrist, and the next thing she knew, he was tugging her away from Ollie's side. The vibrant rhythm of the music pulsed through her veins as the man spun her around in an impromptu dance. She couldn't help but notice his occasional glances towards Ollie, a curious spark in his eyes that hinted at an unspoken interest.
