Romanticismo Per Caso ❤

Daydreamer (Lorena's POV)

I am Lorena Offredi, a simple, ordinary girl that helps out with my parents' Italian restaurant that was previously owned by my grandparents. Nestled in the region of Wysandale in Europe, our home is surrounded by some breathtaking landscapes that attract visitors from far and wide.

It was a luminous Saturday night with people booming in and out of our restaurant. Offredi's closes at different times but tonight was 10 o'clock. My parents and I have the restaurant closed on Sundays because some of our employees attend church, including my family.

I get my stuff ready for the night, including my little purse and badge with my name on it. I need to get a new one because the badge is old and some of the design has worn off of it. I get in my old yet still working 2012 red Audi TT. I am currently saving up for a new car and to fix some things in my apartment.

Just like one of my best friends Tracy says, "Money is tight but so am I." She also is one of my rich friends.... so I don't know if she was just trying to make me feel better. Oh well, I start heading to my car and play my music which includes some of Lana Del Rey and Annalisa.

My shift on the weekends is from 5-10. Honestly, my parents normally tell me when I necessarily need to clock in. I don't know why it's like that, but that's the way it's been. I grab my apron and check in with Brianna who is making the pasta.

"Dammi la pasta, PRESTO!" Brianna shouts in anger. I walk past her and keep my head down. Nobody wants to get yelled at by Brianna. She is very passionate about her pasta and needs to have it done in the best way possible. I walk to my mother, Cesarina, who is kneading dough for the pizza.

"The special is Alfredo today, right?" She is too concentrated to answer so I ask my papa, Tony. "Yes piccina, "He says as he wipes down a table urgently. Piccina is his little Italian nickname for me which means little one. Okay well, I know I need to expect lots of people getting that tonight. Poor Brianna, she's going to make a lot of Alfredo tonight.

"Also, Lorena, there's a new employee in the kitchen. Could you please train him today?" I tie the knot on my apron and put my hair in a high ponytail. My long brown hair bounces to my shoulders. "Yes I can." I open a small gate that divides the eating area from the kitchen and walk down two stairs that ascend to where customers are enjoying their dinner. I look straight ahead of me and then I turn my head with a slight glare.

"Hey, daydreamer." He brushes his hair back and stares at me. "Do I know you?" I ask, confused about his nickname. "I think you do," He walks past me. His strong 6 foot build makes me look like the size of an ant. I was currently 5'4" and the doctors always told me that it would stay that way which aggravated me. He puts his hair net on. "I hate these things, but I see why we wear them," He adds. "Yeah because it's sanitary," I say and grab one for myself.

"So how's it going daydreamer," He ties his apron and leans up near me. We barely had two feet between us which made me take him in. I have to admit, he was very attractive. I could smell his cologne and it was tempting not to get pushed over by it.

"Um, please don't call me that." He laughs with a slight smirk. "Well, last time I saw you, you were in the biggest out of the world experience I had ever seen." I turn away. Oh, that's how I know him. I remember little bits of that day. "Are you going to train me or not?" I sigh, realizing that he's going to be impatient and ignorant with me.

"Okay, here's the fridge," I pointed to the corner of the big kitchen. "You'll find the dairy products and some dough in that fridge. Over there, that little old woman," I point at the salt-and-pepper-haired lady, "Her name is Isabella. She is my great aunt." I continue, "Over by that counter is my friend Francis," I point to Francis too as he is cutting some onions and trying not to cry. "He's cool and chill. He's probably the most chill over anyone working here." I walk and keep talking about information and co-workers.