It was like any other day in May in the city of San Diego, clear skys slight breeze and 75 degrees feranhite. Where 17 year old Belinda Catarina(ca-ta-ri-na) Flores was going from restaurant to restaurant seeing which one will hire her. Her and her parents had finally settled down in a city after spending most of her life traveling and not spending more than a year in a country at a time. Yet because Belinda was starting her senior year of high school in the fall they had decided to stop traveling for awhile so that she could go to school and have the full-high school experience. For she was home schooled her whole life.
Belinda who spoke eleven languages but out of those eleven only three of which she was fluent in. For she spent most of her time growing up in South America/Spain, England and Italy. That's why her last restaurant for the day was in Little Italy. The restaurants name was Bella Luna they were looking for a hostess that spoke both Italian and English fluently. If they didn't hire her here she would have to look for a job at the mall or something.
While in the restaurant Belinda noticed many men who seemed to be standing in and around the restaurant who didn't look like they were dinning. It had made her very suspicious of what they were all doing there. They were all in very expensive looking suits.
"Welcome to Bella Luna" said a elderly woman at the front of the restaurant. "Are you here for lunch? Or are you here for the job interview? If so please leave unless you speak Italiano"
"Good afternoon, and yes I am here for the job interview for faccio parlare italiano " Belinda told the older lady. After a moment of the lady looking her up and down seizing her up did she reply.
"Very well follow me if you will Il capo e il direttore sono nella parte posteriore" Belinda followed behind the woman surprised of how a sweet old lady like herself can sound so aggressive. "Well here we go knock exactly two times no more no less and wait till they say enter if after five minutes they don't respond leave"
"Okay I understand" Belinda told the lady. Why is everything so different here and so uptight I mean guys in suits who look ready to kill and what is this about only knocking twice you would think I walked into some Italian restaurant that's run by a mafia... oh Belinda how you crack yourself up like that is even possible. Well here goes nothing deep breath and knock two times and wait. After two minutes of waiting she heard a deep enter. So Belinda opened the door and froze because inside she saw the definition of sex god.
"Well hello dollface are you just going to stand there all day and drool or are you going to come in?" The youngest in the room said. Which then in turn cause Belinda to blush and turn into a deep red color.
"Oh yes! Sorry um here well my name is Belinda Catarina Flores and I prefer to be call Cata, and I am here for the job interview. I know I am barely in my last year of high school this fall and I am not 18 yet but please consider hiring me? I have worked in various restaurants before in other countries never in the states but I am sure its all the same." She said as she was rambling on and on for she was nervous.
Faccio parlare italiano... I do speak Italian
Il capo e il direttore sono nella parte posteriore.... the boss and the manager are in the back.
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The Capo's Dollface
RomantizmHey so I got this idea one night and decided to try it out and see where it goes. It is about a Mafia Don and his journey with Love. Where he meets his dollface and his whole world changes and change is not always for the better.