The Italian's Son.

~Chapitolo Tre {3}~

Chapitolo tre.

____Aless' P.O.V____

"Nick, we're outside." I said through the phone when he picked up.

"Be down in a sec." He said then I hung up.

I turned to my dad who was on FaceTime with mom.

"Seriously guys?" I asked as I made myself seen by mom.

"What?" They both said in union and I rolled eyes.

"I get it, you're in love, but fuck, we're out for a guys night." I said and dad threw his head back in slight embarrassment and laughed.

"Language, Lessy!" My mom scolded.

"Sorry." I mumbled and she rolled her eyes.

"Later, honey." Dad said to her and she said a quick one back before hanging up.

"You two are just too much." I said with a smile and a shake of my head.

The car door was pulled open and Nick jumped in and closed the door behind him.

"Sup, dudes." He said as a statement instead of a question.

"Guidare." Dad said to the driver, telling him to go.

"Been friends with you for so long and still don't know any Italian, whatsoever." Nick said shaking his head.

"I'm sure you know the basics." I encouraged.

"I'm not even sure I know those." He said with wide eyes and dad and I laughed at him.

We pulled up at the bar in some minutes and exited the car.

"Sullivan's?" Nick asked looking at the sign, "Have never been here."

"It's a good bar." Dad assured looking at the bar doors.

I walked up and realized that there was someone on the other side about to come out, I couldn't see their face because a poster was pasted on the glass door blocking it.

I pulled the door open and a pair of wide brown eyes greeted my smiling face.

She stood there for a moment not moving and my smile dropped and was replaced with a raised brow.

Her eyes gazed over me and when they met with my curious green ones they dropped to the floor and she inhaled a shaky breath.

Am I making her nervous?

I looked behind her and noticed a man holding a girl bridal style as he looked between us curiously.

I looked at her and her eyes were still trained to the floor.

Stepping out of the way for them to pass, I looked towards my father who had a strange look on his face.

"Young lady," He began as he looked towards the girl, "Are you alright?" He asked actually sounding concerned.

Her head whipped up and her eyes met with my dad's green ones.

Her mouth was opening and closing, but no sound was coming out.

My dad raised both his brows in question, "Are you frightened?" Was his next question.

"No." She mumbled out and then turned to the guy behind her, telling him to come along.

As she was about to walk past us and out the door the girl in the guy's arms held up her head and looked at the scene in front of her.

Her eyes landed on me and a smile formed on her face.