It was a beautiful, spring afternoon, and you were waking through your home town in Italy. You decide to visit a farmers market.

You walk into the market and your eyes instantly find a stall selling wood carvings. You walk over and scan them, deciding which one to buy.

“You looking for something in particular?” A voice with a thick, Italian accent asks. He had dark hair that was parted adorably in the middle, and he was wearing a white tank top and jeans. He was the owner of the stall.