Lost Stars {p. dybala}

two: hurricane.

A shiny sign in a regular street indicated that we arrived to the CAPRICCIO DISCO CLUB. When we entered, an italian rap song was being played and even though i didn't understand a word of it, i actually liked it. i asked Alessandra, one of Irina's friend, the title of the song; ''It's Niente Canzoni D'Amore, by Marracash, he's my favourite rapper, his music is amazing!''. She said with a beautiful broken english because of her Italian accent. During the car ride she told me that she met Irina at  University, they are both studying Fashion Design, she's currently dating Claudio (one of the guys who are here with us) and that her family lives in Palermo.

The nightclub was full of people dancing and drinking; there was a colourful combination of lights and a decent party setlist. After we seated, we were trying to talk but the music was so loud that we just decided to drink a bit. A while later, Alessandra and Claudio were already making out, then i turned to Irina and she was doing the same with Carlo (the guy who was driving). So i decided to talk to Federica, who also studies with Irina and Alessandra. She told me she had to leave early because she is one of the volunteers of the Milan Fashion Week, and they were starting to prepare everything tomorrow. Before she left we talked for a while, she seemed really nice, she even said that she might get me tickets for one of the shows, ''It's not going to be one of the big ones like Fendi or Moschino, but i'm friends with some of the designers who are starting to grow in the fashion world and would be really happy to introduce their collection to a big audience.

When Federica left, i was basically serenading the two happy couples, so i decided to get a drink. As soon as i got to the empty bar, the bartender said ''Posso prenderti qualcosa?'', i simply said cocktail and minutes later he came back with my cocktail. I said ''Grazie'' and paid, then I was trying to get back to the table, but i got lost. i searched the whole place but i couldn't find them. While I was desperately looking for them i pushed a guy and my drink ended up in his white shirt. I was so embarrassed, i mechanically said ''Omg i'm so sorry...., umm perdon, pardon...it was my fault, ugh i'm so stupid, f*ck''. I didn't even see the guy vey well but he was so hot that i got scared and ran away. Somehow i got back to the bar again and tried to order something else but this time was full of people that DID speak italian. I didn't know what to do, i couldn't find Irina and i was starting to get claustrophobic. ''I believe the word you were looking for was scusa'', said a masculine voice behind me. I turned around to see the guy with my drink in his white shirt. F*CK. I think i know who this is. ''My name is Paulo. It seemed really odd to me to hear someone speak spanish over here''. Now i'm sure. I see this face everyday on the sports news as the 'young promise'. But I kept it cool, as if i didn't know it was no other than Paulo Dybala. ''I'm Josephine. You speak spanish? Wow thank God! I've been struggling so much with the Italian lately. Im so sorry about your shirt by the way. I'm very clumsy...-'', he cut me off saying ''Don't worry, instead let me buy you a drink... you know, to replace the other one..''. I think i was staring to much, ''Okay, sure''. Paulo went over there and he immediately  had the bartender's attention. ''So, what do you want?''. I don't know anything about drinks and that so i just simply answered ''Whatever you're having''.

11:36pm

We were so engaged in our conversation that i even forgot about Irina and her pals. But as i saw what time it was i remembered i was starting my italian course tomorrow at 8am. ''It was really nice to meet you Paulo, but i have to go now''. He immediately said he was leaving too and offered me to give me a lift. I was to shy to accept it so i just told him that it was okay, but thanks. We exchanged numbers and said our goodbyes. SH*T! I have Paulo Dybala's number and he has mine! Okay now i must focus on finding Irina and getting the hell out of here. I went outside to see if they were there, but there was no sign of them. An Audi parked in front of me, the window went down and i could see Paulo's attractive face, ''Hi again, are you sure you don't want me to take you home? It's okay really. Don't be shy''. Since i really needed to get home i accepted this time.

Paulo and i continued our conversation and i explained him how my friends abandoned me. At first i might've been a bit bumped about talking to him, but after a while i just forgot who he really was and just focused on meeting this nice and attractive 'stranger'. We talked about, cars, music and Italy. He said he lived in Turin, which was really close to Milan, ''I'm here because of work and because i'm visiting my niece who's currently studying here''. I didn't ask what was his job because i didn't want to get into that, and i think he was relieved too. He stopped in front of Irina's house (because it was the only address that i carried with me) and acted as if i actually lived there.

- Thank you very much for the drink, the lovely chat and the ride home... and again sorry about your shirt!

- Hahah your welcome, and don't worry about the stupid shirt!!

- Well, but it looks expensive and i obviously ruined it..!

- Oh shut up now. I hope to see you again.

-Yeah me too. Goodnight Paulo!

-Goodnight Jo!

I got out of the car and as soon as he left i called the door. Irina opened and i almost slap her for dumping me. Then she started mocking me because of the 'Hot guy i was talking to'. She asked a lot of questions about him but all i said was to take me home now and i will answer her questions there.

She took me home but i didn't answer any of her questions. I got to my new bed around midnight and realised i had less than 6 hours to sleep. I agreed with Mia that we would take the same bus to get to the Course tomorrow. As soon as i touched the pillow the only thing i could think of was Paulo. How did this whole thing happen? Even though every muscle in my body was sore, i could only have Paulo's voice in my mind.