i-Spy | A Stalker Romance

Chapter 3: A shadow from the past

Determined to find a place where she could truly feel at home, Stella began searching for an apartment. 

She spent her weekends visiting different neighborhoods, meeting with landlords, and weighing her options. Rei accompanied her on many of these outings, offering practical advice and support.

After weeks and weeks of searching and negotiating, Stella had finally found it—the perfect apartment. It was a cozy studio with a view of Florence's iconic rooftops, nestled in a quiet neighborhood just a short walk from the university. Rei had been instrumental in the search, using her local connections to find listings that suited Stella's preferences and budget.

"It's perfect, Rei," Stella exclaimed, stepping into the sunlit room. "Thank you so much for helping me find this."

Rei grinned, leaning against the doorway. "I'm glad you like it. You're going to love living here."

Stella couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and independence. However, that feeling was quickly tempered by the realization that she needed a source of income to maintain her new home. The rent was manageable, but she would need money for groceries, utilities, and other expenses.

"I hate to ask, Rei," Stella began tentatively, "but do you know of any job opportunities around here?"

Rei nodded thoughtfully. "Actually... Do you remember Zesty Zitti? They're usually looking for waitstaff, especially with the tourist season picking up. Would you be interested in working there?"

Stella hesitated for a moment. "I've never worked as a waitress before."

"You'll do great," Rei assured her with a reassuring smile. "It's a friendly place, and I can talk to the owner for you. Plus, it'll give you some extra cash and flexibility with your schedule."

After some consideration, Stella nodded. "Okay, let's give it a try."

"So when will you move in?" Rei asked. 

"In two weeks. I have to go through all the formalities and paperwork before I shift,"

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A few days later, Stella found herself in a crisp white apron and a nervous smile, standing in the bustling kitchen of 'Zesty Zitti.' The aroma of freshly cooked pasta and garlic filled the air as she carefully balanced a tray of drinks to deliver to a table of hungry tourists.

She wiped a cold sweat from her forehead and glanced at the table where two people sat. 

"First day?" a tall handsome face greeted Stella. His green eyes were striking, contrasting with his dirty blonde hair. 

"Yeah," Stella smiled nervously, as she straightened her apron a hundredth time. 

"I am Matteo," his voice was silky like a chocolate. 

"You'll get used to the chaos of the trattoria," Matteo chuckled, leaning back against the sun-warmed stone wall. "It's like a dance, you know? The tourists come and go, but the essence of Florence—it stays."

Stella nodded, "It's definitely different from what I'm used to. But I think I will enjoy it."

"Ah, you'll learn to love it," Matteo said with a wink. "And hey, if you ever need tips on the best gelato in town or where to find the quietest piazza, just ask. I'm your guy."

Stella smiled gratefully. "Thanks, Matteo. I appreciate it."

Matteo was a cheerful waiter with a penchant for storytelling. He was a Florentine native with a love for art and history, and Stella found herself captivated by his animated tales of growing up in the city.