Accidentally On Purpose

d i c i a s s e t t e

➴ Emilia ➶

I mean, how could I have refused coffee? And croissants? And whatever else I wanted to eat at the café me and Sebastian were going to meet at. I mean, I am an Italian, after all. Plus, a good meal should always be shared with someone else. It is a way to share conversation and jokes, and to enjoy life. Be assured, an Italian will always find the time to eat properly.

Once I entered the cafe, I spotted him immediately. I mean, how could I miss his tall, strapping figure? Clad in a black tee, which was pulled taut over his defined chest, and jeans. He'd just come out of the bathroom. I sauntered toward him, and he broke out into a grin.

'I hope you washed your hands.' I said, earning an eye roll from him.

'I don't even get a proper hello? Just a heavy dish of doubt from you.' he shook his head, clutching his chest in mock hurt.

'I apologize.' I said, 'Ciao, Sebastian.' I greeted, and he surprised me by pulling me into a hug.

He smiled when he pulled away. 'That's better. Now, are you ready to order?'

***

We luckily managed to snag a window seat. The sun warmed my tanned skin deliciously, I relished being enveloped in its warmness. I glanced down at my Affogato, excited to dig in to one of my favorite desserts. Especially since it's coffee-based.

'Now, you're the one grinning like the cat who got all the cream, angel.' Sebastian remarked, his eyes were trained on me intently; as he wore an amused expression. He took a sip of his corretto, which is black coffee mixed with a liqueur, usually brandy.

I smiled in a coy manner. 'That's because I did.' I said, punctuating my response by shoveling a spoonful of the dessert into my mouth.

I moaned involuntarily at the utter deliciousness of it. 'This café makes the best Affogatos.'

'I'll beg to differ.' he retorted, with a raised brow.

I pursed my lips, not missing the way he glanced at them, gaze lingering. I scooped some of the dessert into my spoon, sticking it in front of Sebastian's mouth.

'Let's see, then.' I said, challenging him.

He smirked. 'Fine.'

He opened his mouth, drawing the spoon in and releasing it with a pop a moment later; all the while gazing deeply into my eyes. Practically burning holes into my skull. It felt like the hottest moment of my life, and I couldn't make myself look away from the murky depths of his eyes. I set the spoon down next to my Affogato.

He shook his head, amusement glinting in his eyes. 'The best Affogato I had was in Milan.'

I frowned. 'I haven't had one there. I've only been there once or twice when I was younger. And, I've only been back in Italy very recently, actually.'

The look in his eyes softened. 'I didn't ask you to explain yourself, angel. Your opinion is just fine.'

My lips parted, I was unsure of what to say; but... What he said to me warmed my heart immensely. It made my opinion of him change. He was quite the kind man. I liked that about him. I liked his frankness, too.

I decided to respond with a smile. 'Thank you.'

He shook his head. 'You don't need to thank me. But, you know what?'

I raised my eyebrows. 'What?' I asked, eager to hear what he had to say. He exhilarated me.

'We can go to Milan right now, and get you an Affogato.'