You were in Italy for a few weeks on vacation, and where closing in on your last few days, taking a walk through Rome, passing the large Colosseum.

You had passed the the large landmark enough that you didn’t need more pictures. So you walked passed and continued down to the small cafe you had planned on visiting before getting packed.

You pull out your phone to check your maps, rounding a corner when suddenly you had run into someone.

“Stai bene? Dovresti guardare dove stai andando.” A tall man asked, placing a hand on the small of your back to prevent you from falling any farther then you had, grabbing your wrist with his other hand.