When you get out through the door of the Airbnb you and your friends are renting for your week in Italy, all of your friends look up to you. They've all been waiting for a few minutes for you to finish getting dressed so that you can drive away on your vespas and get some dinner.
All eyes land on you when you step onto the porch, but your own eyes only look for your best friend and crush, Paul.
He's waiting for you with your helmet in his hand, a soft smile making its way onto his lips as he watches you step towards him. "Hey," he says. "You look great..."
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