Amari est laedere
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Two weeks later
Ever since i accepted Mr.Evangelisti's offer, my spirits have changed.
He has been teaching me different things around the shop and showing me new techniques i had never heard of. We eat three meals a day together and talk non-stop.
He shares stories of his travels around the world and his love for his art daily.
I walk down the stairs carefully, hoping to not wake Nicolò.
He has a beautiful two story cottage with plants filling every room and windows beaming light into each hall.
He prepared a room for me earlier this week and made sure to provide anything i needed.
I will pay him back
I have to keep reminding myself of that fact at every new gift he gives.
Saturday brings boredom
I will make him a treat
Looking around i realize that it will be hard to find ingredients. I soon decide to go to the store and get the needed items but as i am walking out i see a certain plant hidden within the trees.
I quickly make my way to the bushes, almost shaking in excitement.
Berries
The blackberries are ripe and ready to be picked so I practically skip to the house to find some type of container
I settle on a bowl
The bright sun shines down on my skin and the breeze hugs me tightly
I missed you
I pick each berry, carefully inspecting each one in hopes of ripeness, eating the "less worthy" ones.
It's probably not clean but I'm living la vida loca and they are too delicious not to.
Just as the clouds begin to cover the sun, my bowl starts to feel heavy enough to stop.
I make my way back to the house and begin working on the cobbler.
After washing the berries, I prepare the crust for the top and then mix the berries with sugar, cornstarch, lemon juice and a little bit of vanilla. I put it all together and place it in the oven.
As i wait i notice the quietness within the house.
I haven't heard from Nicolo all day..
I quickly go up stairs, pacing in front of his door
What if he's not ok? Why isn't he up.. its half past ten, he's usually up at 7
I give his door a knock but find no answer.
Within moments I'm opening the door, hoping for his safety.
He lies in bed on his back with his hand on his head. His face seems pale with redness on his cheeks and a pained expression in his brow.
"Nico?"
Op- is Nicolò ok? Idkkk
Recap-she makes a pie and doesn't realize that Nicolò is still in bed, he looks sick.
This one was poorly written and short, sorry boo.
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