Romeo Brantini, a young artist in cooking Italian cuisine with his younger twin brother, Antonio. An "amico" and rival of Julian Bridge, outside and inside the kitchen. And a fine Italian gentleman, who knows his position and place, and respects all women of all ages.
'And that would be me, Romeo Brantini.'
And I am now in a situation where I encounter the infamous "Shaine Knight" of Class 3-C.
I heard from Antonio that he shut that arrogant Isaac's mouth yesterday. And I say that he is one beautiful young man, and I could tell that he is one of those deadly smiling Pierro, a true mysterious yet attractive player if I say so myself.
"MIETITRICE." I smug to amico.
"What? Did you say something?" He asked, giving an ear.
"Ciao, Signore." I smiled.
He then answered me with a more vibrant smile, "Ciao to you too. You're an Italian, based on that greeting earlier." Signore Shaine added, wearing that mask.
"Sí, signore." I proudly stood, still wearing the maschera, "and you must be 'Shaine Knight'. I heard a lot about you from my brother yesterday, and I'm very surprised and thankful that you are able to shut that amateur's mouth. Albert should learn a thing or two from you." I commented.
"I'm flattered," he expressed, "but I got to agree, however, Julian really needs to learn more than that." He playfully teased, rather in the dark.
I felt something boiling.
I laughed.
"No, no, no, signore, you got it all wrong." I passed by him in order to get a seat, "I did say, Albert could learn from you, but only one or two." I smirks mischievously, "It wouldn't be fun if there were three of us, now would it?"
'Signore knows what am I talking about..'
He gave me an unreadable smile.
I held back chuckle.
'How...Amusing'
"You mentioned your brother, he must be the blonde chatterbox from the trio." He backfired.
"He is a chatterbox, but he's not my brother." I stated, "My fratello is the brown giant with the hair styled like a mountain."
He began to burst with laughter.
"What's with that?! Hair like a mountain..! His hair just styled upwards.. And you said it all high and mighty--pfft!!" He won't stopped.
A vein popped.
"SHUT UP!" I riled, assuming a tomato face, "DON'T REPEAT IT!! I CAN'T EXPLAIN MY YOUNGER BROTHER'S HAIRSTYLE!!"
"Younger brother...?" He dumbfounded. "That tall dude is your younger brother." He stared at my structures and then pitied me at the end.
"Signore," I smiled, "Don't underestimate my flair just because of my appearance."
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Being Next to You
RomanceI've always like him since middle school. I see him in the library where I often read. He reads mysteries, fantasies, cook books and sometimes literatures. He doesn't know about much me and so do l. I only admire him from a far and that's the end of...
