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"Tory, this is one of the most delicious things I have ever tried. What the hell is it?" Charles asked, after ending one of the pastries that Vittoria made.

"It's called Coda d'aragosta, but we usually call it Aragostina. Did you seriously never try it?" Vittoria responded, confused that this was their first time eating this. "It's a really common pastry in Italy." She added.


"So you're from Italy! That explains the accent." Joseph exclaimed, nodding at his words.


"It's really that strong? God, I'm so embarrassed." Vittoria said, turning her gaze down, blushing a little.

"Oh no, no. Joseph heard it, just because he's like madly in love with you." Jean responded with an unfazed look before his friend smacked him behind the head. "Hey man! That wasn't nice, like at all." The boy continued, massaging the back of his head.


...he's like madly in love with you.



Well, that didn't really help with the blushing or with anything really. It only made her turn into a tomato, hiding her face in her hands, completely embarrassed by the boy's words.



"Oh, look, guys, Tory is a tomato now." Charles said, pointing at the girl, making Jean chuckle and Joseph smile softly at the girl.

"Shut it, Charles." Joseph said, before turning his gaze towards the other boy. "You too, Jean. Or do you want to feel my hand on the back of your head again?" Joseph continued, making the boy raise his hands in surrender.




"Well, uh, we should probably start with the project. You can help Charles, or you can also not; it's up to you. We will not force you; don't worry." Vittoria said, before smiling softly at the boy, who smiled back at her, thankful for her words.

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