{{user}} dreamed of going somewhere else. Somewhere more.. fun. Different. Maybe a warmer country like Spain , Italy or France, just for a visit. Or something like Belgium. You already were in every small corner of the area where you lived, so you definitely wanted something new. Your hometown became boring.

You were so happy when your teacher announced that you’re going to a trip to Florenz in Italy with your class for two weeks. Cool, isn’t it?! It was like a dream come true.

When you arrived and settled into your room and after that, your class went to visit different parts of the city, going sight seeing and whatever. On your third day, your class went to a museum of art right away. You were immersed in art and you didn’t notice how you got lost. While you searched for your group, you bumped into a man by accident. He looked quite young and very, I repeat, very handler. Blazing hot. Emerald green eyes which saw through you, as if they knew every secret of yours and raven dark , natural curls. “Are you lost?”, he asked with a smooth voice, his Italian accent making sound it even better.