We all have those moments during the day, those evenings when it's almost perfect yet there is something missing, something that would complete the world for a short amount of time, but it still makes us happy.
Matteo Balsano felt exactly that way in this late, warm, Thursday afternoon; done with all finals at university, reports completed, his computer work already finished, even his apartment is perfectly clean. The only thing he can do now is sit comfortably on his couch and enjoy the silence or maybe invite his best friend? For sure Gastón is playing around and he wouldn't mind coming over to Matteo's.
Because there is one thing that there isn't on its place and Matteo keeps standing in front of his big window, watching the city and thinking what the hell he needs right now. Maybe Gastón will give him some hint. He gets through all his jackets and pockets to find his phone; he doesn't really care about it during his chilled afternoons, but now it's exception, his friend is an exception.
After few minutes Matteo already is able to dial Perida's number, who answers about second signal.
"Hi, buddy, what's up?"
"Wanna come over?" Warm laugh answers him immediately.
"Of course, but I need to get one thing done. I'll be in an hour."
"Cool, should I get anything?"
"Pizza. That's all I need. I will text you the number where you need to call to get the best pizza in the city."
"Okay, get here safe. Don't drive like crazy again."
"For sure. See you in a sixty."
He hangs up and Matteo waits for text message from his friend. It comes after few seconds and he is pretty impressed by skills of quickly sharing the contacts, but Matteo doesn't really need it. He appreciates how Gastón exactly knows that Matteo isn't into phone calls and finished the talk pretty fast.
Suddenly it hits him. He needs pizza and he would be complete for today. And maybe some wine, but that later, with some nice book since Gastón is driving and Matteo would never allow his friend to drink and get into the driver's seat. The number on his screen is screaming for attention and Balsano wants to laugh at his obliviousness this time, because since when doesn't he know what he wants? It's pretty new thing, he has always known how his future away from his parents will look.
He presses this funny green button on his phone and it feels weird to casually call for pizza when he had always made it by himself. This time though, he doesn't really have time for this, no matter how much does he love his own, real pizza.
The worker who picks up and asks about his order has warm, quiet and calm voice. One of Matteo's favorites and he immediately starts to be nice, because person talking like this deserves this. He even tries to throw some jokes around; Matteo enjoys talking to stranger and it feels like being seventeen again - opened and careless. Not that he isn't like that now, oh no, he still is, but he keeps this part hidden, waiting for something to free it again.
Woman accepted his order, repeated everything twice and now she asks about any notes to the order. Matteo really carried away lets himself do one crazy thing.
"Yeah, actually I'd love to ask for the cutest delivery person you have. Thank you very much, yeah, goodbye."
He puts his phone away and starts laughing, really, really loud.
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Matteo really forgets about the addition in maybe fifteen minutes. He is just bored, because there is nothing to do here and he doesn't want to start anything before Gastón comes - he would need to stop doing this particular thing and that's the worst ever; starting something and ditching in the middle.
The overwhelming silence is somehow soothing, however Matteo would fall asleep at some point, no matter how great his self control is. There is nothing interesting in TV except the news, but he isn't that stiff guy sitting at home, reading newspaper and watching news so he skipped the channel just to find weird engineering thing on National Geographic and that's decent enough to let it be.
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Of course he fell asleep. Even if How It's Made was interesting, the milling machines were too much for his brain, so he just put his forearm on his eyes and gave up. His sofa seemed too comfortable to let it go and so does it now - he won't really leave it until he hears his friend ringing the bell. Pizza delivery will be probably later, so Matteo can keep lazing around for the first time since some time, he can let his shirt be wrinkled for once.
Lying on the couch is actually great and he is wondering why isn't he allowing himself to look at the ceiling longer, but all good things in the world are meant to end someone interrupts Matteo's second of freedom.
He stands up, stretches a little and brushes his fingers through his hair. Matteo knows it's probably Gastón, so he doesn't really care about his bedhead hairstyle. The doorbell rings once more and it's such an irritating sound Balsano wants it to shut up forever.
Being a little excited to see his best friends he puts in his usual smile and opens the door. "Well, buddy, I thought you'd be..." Matteo stops as soon as he doesn't see Gastón. He doesn't even see a boy.
It's a girl with his pizza. Very cute girl.
They keep staring at each other for a few seconds as the awkwardness fills empty space around them. Matteo notices this silly shirt with pizza restaurant logo, nice shorts and really nice legs. Though knowing it'd be impolite to check her out before even saying hi.
"Hello." Matteo smiles again, but this time it's his charming smile, because he isn't able to do it different way when those green eyes of the girl are so pretty.
"Uhm, hi," she stutters, adorable. "This is your delivery. And I should probably apologize, I haven't seen the note before taking it and I was the only one delivering at the moment and..." He instantly gets what she means and laughs a little, feeling brave enough to stop her.
"Well, from what I see, they got my request right. I think I got possibly the cutest delivery girl." Her blush confirmed his guesses and Matteo can't help but chuckle. "Should I pay double for it?"
"No, no, it's okay," the girl puts a strand of her hair behind her ear, yet it keeps falling on her face, so she tries to blow it away. It's the most adorable thing Matteo Balsano has ever seen. "Just normal price." She hands him the bill and Matteo without even looking at it hands her money taken from his back pocket. When she opens her mouth, probably to oppose, he shakes his head.
"Thanks." She smiles widely for the first time. "Do you need anything else?"
Matteo smirks. "Yes, your name." He offers her his hand and she takes it without hesitation.
"I'm Luna."
"Hello, Luna. I'm Matteo. Do you have anything to do now?"
She frowns for a second, thinking intensively and answers him with a little disappointed smile. "One more delivery, why?"
"I was about to propose enjoying the pizza in my company, but if you can't only thing I can do is wondering if you want to meet me some other day."
"Are you asking me out?"
"Call it however you wish, I want to get to know you."
Luna half closes her eyes. "Are you always that straightforward?"
He shrugs winking at her. "Maybe I am, I am not sure. Can I call you?"
She takes her phone out of her pocket and hands it to him. He quickly inserts his number and calls to himself to have hers as well. Matteo looks at her and he knows he needs to thank Gastón today for this new pizza restaurant, and himself for joking.
Luna left, pizza is lying on the kitchen table and Matteo is standing in front of his window, watching how his city lives. All can he think of are two green eyes and this pretty smile.
That was it about him being fully in control of his life.
