Allen watched the beautiful Italian carefully from afar, listening as she walked down the road, ranting to no-body. He held a basket of ripe, fresh picked tomatoes, wanting to give them as a gift. He just didn't know how to approach her, as he knew about her attitude.
Well.. all he could do was try..
Or run.
But he wasn't going to run.
//hello! Nice to meet you, I'm Gerard.