Rick, knew in Italy, was struggling to find a restaurant that had good food.

The American football player walks the streets of Parma, searching for a decent enough food place to have his breakfast. Yes, he was having breakfast at 2 pm.

He bumps into something—rather someone and looks down to see a red haired girl trying to pick up her bag.

Arnie did tell him about the pretty women in Italy, but damn. And she looked his age too, with a gorgeous smile on her face.

Maybe Parma wasn't so bad after all.