Ice Skates, Breadsticks, And Possibly Falling In Love

Broken. Broken. I'd had the stupid thing for three months! Three months! And it was broken? I drug my hand down my face and pushed blonde hair out of my eyes. Today was going terrible. I'd lost my ring, broke a heel, spilled acid on my shirt, broke my car. I slumped against the cab seat and stared out the window. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. A fat tear rolled down my cheek and I made an embarrassing hiccuping noise. The cabbie glanced back and I huddled further in the corner. I hated this city. I hated the people. I hated school. I was sick of boys. I just wanted to go home and cuddle with Callisto and Europa. My cats were my only friends in this hell pit.

"Oi! Miss we're here." I jumped and looked out the window. Sure enough we were in front of Mama Angela's Auto & Body Repair. I sighed and paid before slipping out of the car. I stood on the sidewalk staring at the shop. I held my shoes in my hand and mascara streaks on my cheeks. Please just be fixed now. I prayed as I pushed into the shop.

"Can I help you?" the old lady at the desk asked eyeing me sympathetically.

"My- uh- my car is here? My brother brought it in? Williams?" the old lady turned her gaze to her computer and clicked in some stuff, scrolled for a while. Oh please be the right place. My heart thudded and my lip wobbled. If this wasn't the right place...

"Ah! Katlynn, yes- the ford focus? Needed an oil change."

"Yes." did the relief show? I felt as if I'd gained twenty years of life back with that single word. The old woman chuckled and turned. "LUCA ROBERTO STEFANO ANDREA !" I yelped and dropped my shoes hands flying up to clutch at my heart. Who knew someone so tiny an old could be so loud?

"Aye, mama?" a man sashayed into the room. I gaped. I must be dreaming. Why was a male model in this place? Covered in strategically placed grease marks on a bright white shirt  that clung to him in the most perfect way possible. His pants hung low, his stubble was the perfect 5:00, his shoulder length ink black curls framed his strong jaw. I wanted to die. I looked as if I'd crawled out of a horror movie and here I was facing the most perfect man I'd ever meant.

"Take this piccola cosa to the back and show her, her car? Be a nice boy." Luca smiled and bowed to his mother.

"Aren't I always mama?"

"No." the old lady said bluntly and disappeared into the back room. Luca chuckled and pushed his hair from his eyes.

"Come on then, my sister's got your car." I trailed him, holding my coat tightly. Why? What had I done to deserve this?

"Angel?" Luca called winding between cars.

"Over here, Roberto!" Luca scowled and rounded a limo.

"Is it done? Ms. Williams wants her car back."

"Aye- it's done don't be such an ass." then she turned around. She was perfect. Take luca multiply his perfectness by a million turn him into a woman and boom. You had Angel. Or an angel. She glanced at me and cocked a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. I wanted to sink into the earth and die. I didn't even have my glasses on.

"You're such a pain, I'm going, you take care of this." Luca turned and stalked away.

"You been having a bad day then?" I looked back at angel.

"Yeah, I- I guess so."

"Well good news then, your car is good to go and paid already." she glanced at the tool she was holding then tossed it towards her toolbox and wiped her gloved hands on her white tank leaving a smear down her side.

"So what's the deal with your shoes?" she asked tugging a rag from her back pocket and wiping a spot from the car.

"Uh..." I flush and shrug. She raises one dark eyebrow and smirks.