Italian boy

Chapter 3: Unexpected Encounter?

I wake up this morning with an open mindset. Not knowing what to expect in the city or whom. I start the morning off blasting music through the house knowing that I am alone since my parents are working, and begin to dress. While walking down the stairs I grab the nearest apple on the counter and head out the door. I inhale intensely outside my house as I retain this beautiful moment. Admiring the liveliness happening right now in the city. People chatting at a cafe, birds chirping, children giggling, it seems so surreal.
I whistle to the first taxi I see and order them to drive me to the Colosseum. I heard from Sammy how beautiful it was there. I miss her so much. I wonder how she's doing. She's probably with some guy now or at a party getting wasted. As I get deeper into thought of how I miss my best friend I get snapped back into reality with a hand wave in front of my face.
         "Hello!!! Miss, you have arrived at your destination." The taxi man tells me as an annoyed look on his face spreads. 
         "Oh yes! Sorry. Thank you!" I handed him the few dollars I had in my pocket and scurried off letting my feet guide the way.
         As I begin to capture the gorgeous scenery, i notice something odd through my peripheral view.
Looking to my right, I see a large amount of people gathering and people running to the commotion. I too begin to walk fast to see what is happening.
I begin to watch two guys punching each other. With every hit and swing I close my eyes harder and harder trying to shut out the horrid visions I am absorbing whilst they continue to harm each other.
My heart started pounding in my chest and my breathing started to become irregular. I had never witnessed a fight and all I wanted to do was pull them apart.
I began to feel relief as random people started to barge in and tear them apart.
I don't know why but I had my focus on one of the guys who were fighting. His appearance was almost hypnotizing. As if I were in a trance. The mystery boy had dark hair. Black to be exact. His facial features were as if God handcrafted him himself. He had a muscular body and wore a white shirt caressing his abs and displayed his v- line in the most perfect way.
             I kept my eye on him as he detached from the men pulling him down as if he were a wild animal. He pulled out of their arms and dozed off into the city as if nothing had happened, with blood all over his clothing and face. But before he turned around and walked the other direction, he stared intensely into my eyes as if we were the only ones in the vicinity.
             I think I caught him smirking at me because he might've noticed me staring at him.
             The rest of the day I couldn't stop thinking about him and the look he gave me and how vivid that memory was.
             I then head home to find my mother cooking dinner and father washing the dishes welcoming me home.
             "Hey honey, how was the Colosseum? Did you enjoy your day?" I was bombarded with questions by my mother.
             "Ugh yes! It was great. It's beautiful." I say walking upstairs to avoid any further questions and expose the red shade on my cheeks that spread exponentially at the thought of the boy from today.
            I take a quick shower and devour the dinner my parents had made me.
            Hopping into bed, I take out my diary to write about the day to ease my mind a little bit before sleeping.
           "Dear diary, I visited the Colosseum today. I discovered many new things here and learned about the incredible history behind Rome. It was all so magical until I saw a boy. He is so attractive. It's kind of sad for me to be thinking about him so much and knowing that I'll never see him again. The boy. My boy. My Italian Boy. I'll find a name for him someday.
         Until next time",
                               Emma
            I finish the last few words as I drift off to sleep and dream the night away.