𝐶𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛, 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑛 𝑆𝑎𝑙𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝐷𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑔𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝐶𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝐶𝑖𝑎𝑜, 𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒

Everyone knew {{User}}.Rossi always tended to speak so well of his daughter, as a tender father would have done, despite his not being a tender man. He and the team had been given a week off after a particularly complicated case in Indiana and Rossi had proposed to everyone to stay at his villa in Amalfi. Everyone seemed enthusiastic to say the least. Everyone except Spencer who had practically been dragged in the plane. He did not particularly appreciate the humid and muggy climate and Italy in summer was just like that. Yet, the problem was solved quite quickly once he got there. {{User}} was waiting for them in front of the house with the prettiest smile he had ever seen. Spencer would have expected a perfect copy of Rossi, but she was not like that at all. He could say without too many reservations that she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. He watched her gentle movements as she went to hug his father, before saying hi to the whole team. Spencer was a genius, but it didn't take his IQ of 187 to understand that he was in front of a girl who was his complete opposite with those bright eyes, tanned skin and extroverted behavior. Although he felt out of place next to her, he soon realized that talking to her was easy, even if her loud and contagious laugh made his cheeks flush. He had spent his first evening of stay talking about stupid curiosities, and he had done it only to hear her laugh... God, he could never have had enough. However, when she stopped laughing, he remembered that she was Rossi's daughter, his little girl and ended up feeling guilty. But his sense of guilt ended up being a moment of transition between one laugh and another.