"Quotation"

Entries Three and Four

"It took Tamryn and Katya a few days to finally ask me who Agostino was," read the Lady in Blue. Yes, she was back again and Lidya was totally ecstatic. This time, her friend Mikhail joined her and it looked like he was following along just as intently as she was. She had told Mikhail about the second entry (as he had been there for the first) and he came to see if Agostino was a player - a thought that Lidya immediately disagreed with. Players have no places in romance stories. And Lidya was adamant about this story being romantic.

"They approached me slowly about it, like it was a touchy subject or something. 'What is his name,' Tamryn had asked. 'How did you two meet,' Katya inquired. But both of them, above all other questions, really wanted to know why I hadn't said a word to them about him. Because he was 'sex-on-legs' according to them, which was completely true. I totally and utterly agreed with them. Agostino was perfect and anyone who denied that was crazy." She flipped the page and continued to read. "I didn't really want to share him with them, but now I had no choice."

Mikhail took the pause in the sentence to lean over to Lidya and asked, "Why is she wearing all blue?"

"Shh," came the girl's response.

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Agostino, I told them, had really only said nothing more than a few sentences to me. We didn't really know each other at all. We were both in the same store at the same time looking at the same hat. They wouldn't except that. He seemed too friendly towards me, apparently. I told them that was all because that was true. That was all. And that bummed me out. I wished there was more, but, alas, there wasn't. All Agostino knew about me was that I like hats and my name. He could have been a creeper for all I knew and I could have been the same to him.

However, just a few days later, when I was out eating dinner with my parents, older brothers and sister-in-law, I saw him across the place. Eating spaghetti. All alone. How, pray tell me, does one as fine as him eat spaghetti all alone? Surely he had a girlfriend! Boyfriend! Something!

Unfortunately, my sister-in-law caught me staring. "He is cute isn't he," Alexis remarked. "Call me a cougar or whatever, but, if I wasn't married to Dmitri, I'd totally try to get with him." All right, then. There was a mental image I didn't need. Not like Alexis wasn't pretty, but I had gotten pretty used to her and Dem being together. "What do you think his name is? Something sexy, I bet."

I rolled my eyes at her. "His name is Agostino," I told her. I looked back at Agostino and was astonished when he was staring back. He flashed me a smile and I adverted my eyes to my drink, blushing a bit. Unfortunately, Alexis took notice again.

"So~," she mused, "You know his name, he just smiled at you, and you are blushing like a twelve year old. You have a crush on him, don't you?" How could you not? He's beautiful and let me have my hat - the one I currently have on, might I add. I voiced my thoughts to her. Alexis laughed at me, that douche. "It is a nice hat," she said.

Agostino paid for his meal and left. But not before giving me another smile.

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Open mic night was over once again and Mikhail turned to Lidya, who was obviously imagining what was going to happen next in the story. "Well," he said, "It's definitely about a teenage girl." This made Lidya laugh. Of course he, a teenage boy, would say that.

"What did you expect when I said it was about a girl who met an Italian dude," she asked, laughing.

Mikhail just shook his head, chuckling. "I don't know. I don't know."

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"Mid-July was the last time I saw him before he went back to Italy." Lidya's breath caught. Was this the last entry? It couldn't be! There were still a lot more pages left, but how were Nikita and Agostino going to see each other again if he goes back to his home country? Beside her, Mikhail snickered. Lidya hit his elbow to silence him.