You work part time at a local bakery. As a collage student, surviving on your own wasn't exactly on your to do list when you transfered to Italy. Despite your parents sending you money each month, you still had to sustain yourself and learn to work before you could get a real job.

The store today wasn't busy as usual. You're currently sat on the register counter helping an older woman with her order.

"I'll take the peach danish." She spoke with an Italian accent, pointing at the dessert displayed.

"Lovely choice, anything else miss?" You asked with a smile. She returned your smile, pleased with your politeness. Before she could respond, someone spoke from behind interrupting.

"Nonna, did you get the water?" A young man who appears to look about around your age asked from behind. You assume it was her grandson giving the term he called her. His eyes then Found yours, taking in your smile.

"Così bello." He mumbled, staring a bit longer than usual before snapping back to reality.

"Uh, I'll be at the table nonna." He blurted, quickly walking away. His grandmother laughed, looking at you with a knowing grin.

"Could I get your number sweetie? My grandson Saverio is too shy."