I bumped into a tall body, I looked up to face a beautiful young face, merely immaculate, his features so pale but somehow them highlighted his sparkling light-green eyes, his rosy lips forming a precious smile.
"Hi," he mumbled.
"Hello," I managed to say, his face astonished me so bad I couldn't think straight.
"I'm sorry, my bad," he apologised, "I'm a little distracted this morning." he slightly blushed.
"No-no, I'm the distracted!" I chuckled.
"I'm Michael Clifford, nice to meet you," he stretched his hand out for me.
"Dawn Ackerman." I held I his hand.
"You're Aussie," he guessed.
"Yep." I said popping the 'p' in the end, "I'm from Sydney."
"I'm also from Sydney, what a coincidence!" he laughed, "but with European roots."
Now everybody was from Sydney, so why didn't I see them before, GOD!!!.
Now I understood why he talked to me in English in the first place and with accent; I looked then to the door of the apartment he was trying to get into before bumping into me.
"Do you live here?" I said reading the numbers which were forming a 3 digit number: 308.
"Yes, with my aunt; I told you I had European roots."
So he was the nephew of the grumpy old lady in the apartment next door where Sharon had left the wrong keys the day that I arrived.
"Are you Miss Montórfano's nephew?" I pointed at the door.
"So you know her?" he asked me.
"Yes, well, no," his face came from happiness to confusion in a matter of seconds, "My friend, the girl who lives here," I looked at my temporary apartment, "left the keys in your house that's why I know her." I explained.
"Ah! So you're the pretty girl who moved in with Sharon recently!" he said like completing a puzzle in his mind.
"Yeah... And thanks about the 'pretty' thing you said before," I murmured the last part.
"You're welcome," he shrugged, "going anywhere?"
"Indeed I am, I'm going to a photo lab, do you know where Squero de San Trovano street is?" he nodded.
"Oh yeah, it's close to a canal going in north direction,"
"Is it far?"
"No, it's like 5 blocks from here," he shrugged again.
"Thanks."
"Would you like me to take you there?, I've got a car," he offered.
"No Thanks, I rather walk,"
"Oh okay, mm.. Would you like to go with me to take a cup of coffee later, to get to know
eachother better, we're going to be neighbours after at all." he shrugged a little bit embarrassed, and a little bit blushed.
"Okay, it sounds great!" I cheered, "oh and grazie mille." I said remembering the way how Ashton thanked the waiter yesterday at that posh restaurant.
"De niente bella ragazza." I blushed at his words, they sounded so smooth in his voice.
I walked downstairs heading to Venice's streets willing to find the place I was looking for; after counting the blocks in my head I found Squero de San Trovano, but now I had to look for the place I could print the pictures I took yesterday.
I had to look for the 274 and I found it, it was really easy, besides it also has a big sign where you could read the words "Photo Lab" so even I could understand it.
I walked inside, it was dark except from a few sun-rays breaking through the curtains, but it didn't stop me from feeling fear.
"Hello?" I asked shyly.
"Stupid machine!!" some voice came from the back of the little place I was in now.
"Hello!!" I said again trying to push my stupid fear away.
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