Letters To Rome

3

     Sunny day in Rome. I decided to use my pink set of clothes and go out for gelato. I grabbed my sunglasses and put on a pound of sunscreen then went straight for the door. I decided to wear my special Fendi strappy shoes for the win, maybe I'd have time to visit the Fontana di Trevi, just if I get lucky.
     "Going out already?" Mother uttered.
     "Of course, I have to start my touristy day or else what's the point of ever bring in Rome?"
     "True that" she said while the smell of scrambled eggs seasoned the room. "Honey, did you eat breakfast today?"
     "No need, I'm eating og gelato for breakfast" I winked, looking at my mom shaking her head while she laughed at my terrible food choices. I grabbed my cherry red purse and shut the door on my way out.

     The sun was hot, I could feel the sweat droplets forming on my cupids bow. Every so often, I'd take out my handkerchief and pat my face dry.
     "It's too hot out, I'd like limoncello and fragola per favore" I said out of breath to the ice cream man, handing him a few euros I'd shoved into my pockets a few hours ago.
     "Coming right up, bella".
     He smiled while he scooped a big ball of lemon and strawberry flavored gelato into a wooden bowl. I have been craving this forever...
     Why is every man in Italy so, good looking? Even the ice cream man looked like a model with his deep hazel eyes and beautiful smile. No wonder people find love in this city.
"I'm sorry to ask, but I found you beautiful. Is there any chance I can get your number?" I stopped for a while. Was I that pretty? Turning heads everywhere I go.
I couldn't help but wonder, why did he ask for my number and not Lorenzo? What made him just, get up and leave without asking me a thing? Was I not good enough for him? Or maybe he had a girlfriend.. what if he is gay? Why is my mind racing for a boy I don't know a thing about??
Here's the thing about mysterious men like Lorenzo. We always want what we can't have, it's crazy. Don't get me wrong, this man at the ice cream shop was beautiful, but it was too easy. It kind of loses all the magic we wait for in falling in love, just like the movies...
"Ma'am? Your ice cream... it's melting..."
For how long was I thinking for?? Holy shit.
"Oh my god, I am so sorry!" I exclaimed while I grabbed the ice cream from the poor mans hand, cleaning it up with a napkin. "What a mess, I am so so sorry".
"It's not okay." He said firmly with a serious expression. Damn, he hates me. "Unless, you give me your number. Then it'll be okay."
So I passed my number down to him. Why not? I am a single woman in Italy. I honestly kind of hesitated at first, and frankly, that was because of the mysterious Lorenzo I met a few nights before. Why did it put me in such a chokehold, a man I met for ten minutes tops. Why do I still have hope I'll bump into him again? Rome is huge. The possibilities are endless.
But something deep down told me, that it's not impossible.