Hold me without Hurting me(english)

The firts day I met you

Giorno, a seventeen-year-old working at a café in Italy, was having a rather dull day until a striking figure caught his attention. A tall, handsome, and masculine woman entered the café, clad in a luxurious black tweed overcoat, her long jacket exuding a casual yet fashionable charm. As she removed her hat and looked down at Giorno, his eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat, captivated by her unique beauty and presence.

The woman nodded in greeting, her voice carrying a confident tone. "Hello there," she said, patiently awaiting his response. However, Giorno seemed momentarily lost in his thoughts, failing to acknowledge her presence. Raising an eyebrow, the woman snapped her fingers in front of him, playfully asking, "Can you hear me? Is anybody home?"

Quickly regaining his composure, Giorno nodded and smiled nervously. "Oh, my apologies. I'm sorry I didn't hear you earlier," he stammered. Taking a deep breath, he continued, "What would you like to order, ma'am?"

The woman withdrew her hand and made her request known. "I would like a cup of hot milky coffee and two slices of sandwiches," she stated with certainty. Giorno acknowledged her order with a nod, his professional demeanor intact. "Very well," he responded. "That will be 15 euros and 5 cents."

With a nod of understanding, the woman placed her hat back on and reached for her wallet. She handed Giorno a 20 euro note, and he swiftly provided her with the appropriate change. "Please, have a seat while I prepare your meal," he offered, a warm smile gracing his lips. Giorno watched with admiration as she settled at a table near the window, appreciating her unique beauty.

As the woman's order was ready, Giorno approached her table with care, placing the meals before her. He couldn't help but feel a nervous excitement as he noticed her emerald green eyes intently following his every movement. "Here you go," he said, his voice laced with a hint of shyness. With a final smile, Giorno wished her, "Buon appetito," and left her to enjoy her meal.

The woman nodded at Giorno before leaving, her gaze fixed on the meals in front of her as she began to eat. Unbeknownst to her, Giorno discreetly watched her, his heart racing as he observed her every bite. Never before had he experienced such a profound attraction as he did when he met her. This mysterious woman was unfamiliar to him, suggesting that she might be new to Rome.

As the woman finished her meal, she delicately wiped her mouth with a tissue before leaving it on the empty plate. Rising from her seat, she prepared to depart the café. Giorno's eyes never left her until she exited the establishment, but as she did, her wallet accidentally fell to the ground.

Reacting swiftly, Giorno quickly retrieved the fallen wallet and rushed out of the café in an attempt to catch up with her. However, she had already distanced herself considerably. Giorno attempted to navigate through the bustling streets, but the relentless flow of traffic prevented him from crossing. Turning his gaze back to where he last saw her, he realized with a sigh that she had vanished. "I will find her tomorrow and return this wallet," he muttered, empathizing with her potential distress. He then returned to the café and resumed his work.

As the hours passed, and evening descended, Giorno finally completed his shift for the day. Gathering his belongings, he left the café and embarked on his journey home. Along the way, he decided to open the woman's wallet, discovering her identity card inside. Removing it from the wallet, he examined it closely. "So, this is how she appeared when she was younger," he murmured with a smile. "She possessed an undeniable handsomeness. It's no wonder that many people must have mistaken her for a man." A soft chuckle escaped him as he continued on his way .