Layla's POV
I decided to wear my black crop top with grey shorts but now I'm starting to reconsider, as I stare down at myself with a grim expression.
I usually wear baggy full sleeved shirts along with leggings but the butthole didn't bother grabbing my bottom drawer stuff.
Oh and I decided against wearing a bra. I never do in summer, and these crop tops reach up to my collarbone, so they aren't even that noticeable.
I tug on the hem of my shorts. Gosh showing my belly and arms are one thing but my legs. Ugh.
Doesn't help that I have an outie belly button. Looks weird but yanno what....I don't even care.
When I hear a door open, I snap my head to the right. A really tall man exits from the door next to the restroom with a bunch of keys in his hand. He was about 6ft tall, looked to be around his early 30s.
His dark brown hair is gelled backwards, and he's wearing a white half-sleeved shirt- showing off his big muscles-(but not as big as Killian's)- with that he had on a pair of grey joggers.
He didn't notice me, as he then turned and locked the door before making his way to the exit.
"Um, hello!" I call out. He stops in his tracks and immediately looks at me and I begin to wave, with a big smile on my face.
He grins back, before giving me a small wave. "Hey there." His deep voice rumbled in a a slight Italian accent.
I quickly zip up the luggage, before making my way over to him.
"Are you the pilot?" I ask, as I stop just in front of him, up close I notice he has dark brown eyes, and tanned skin along with a bit of stubble.
He gives me a pearly white smile, nodding his head.
"You must be, Layla, right?" He crosses his arms, and I notice a ring on his wedding finger.
"Yeah, Layla Brooks." I nod. "Nice to meet you." I bring my hand up for him to shake, and he lets out a small chuckle.
"Likewise. I'm Alfonso Luca." He says, before accepting it, giving it a firm shake.
Alfonso Luca.
Luca.
Where have I heard the name Luca before?
"Oh!" I lift my finger up. "I had an English teacher and she has a son called Luca!"
He lets out a laugh. "Oh?"
I nod. "I really liked her, she was always so nice and that's why I was passing my English class, you're Italian right? her husband is Italian aswell and--"
I cut myself off when his phone begins to ring. He fishes his phone out of his pocket, and I tiptoe and look to see who it is.
Killian.
I look back up at him and meet his eyes which are full of amusement. "Give me a minute, tesoro." He mutters, before his eyes flicker elsewhere as he accepts the call.
Tesoro. Tesco?
He listens to Killian speak, as he shoves his keys to his pocket.
He sounded a bit angry.
Oh shit, I just realised I've spent over twenty minutes in here.
"Yes, lei è carina."
I snap my eyes back at him, as he speaks in Italian, his own eyes flickering to mine.
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Teen FictionEight Years Ago "Mom.." I say with a small smile on my face. My sister had passed her first music lesson and we're all so proud of her. "What is it Layla!? can't you see I'm busy?!" She snaps. "Oh.." I say, my smile faltering slightly, as I watch mo...