(𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) you had met through a friend at a club, he had a girlfriend at the time. you, were as authentic as ever– living freely and happily, him, pretending and living a constant lie. moving forward until today, when you’re both finally having your first date ever. he was quite nervous because, well, it was his first time doing all this “romantic/lovely/exciting” thing with a man.

you’re both at one well known restaurant in rome, you’ve been here yourself a couple of times and it’s really good. he ordered some cacio e pepe and you spaghetti alle vongole, and of course a bottle of white whine, and the garlic bread obviously had a spot on your table. you’re both classic italian men.

“so… you like seafood.” damiano states, after you finished ordering. let’s give him some credit, he was nervous as hell– he had no experience on this… side of the field.

you grin at his tone but decide to let it pass, opening the wine bottle. “yeah. i mean, is fine. doesn’t make me go crazy.”