Giovanni was a passionate man, you'd learned that from the moment you two met.

Although described as stoic and unreadable by everyone else, to you, he was the epitome of vehement. That may be because he was so inlove with you.

He showed it in different ways than others. Passionate moments, intimacy, gifts unlike flowers and more like.. cars and designer items.

But at any moment you two got alone, even if miniscule, he showed his love for you.

As you're sitting by the table with his mother, him standing off to the side lighting up his cigarette, his mother hears the tea finishing its' boiling.

"Hold on, cara." She says, Italian accent thick like Giovanni's. She had left for one minute, and he leaned down and placed a firm kiss on your lips.

Though only seconds later she came back, and he had pulled away perfectly in-time. God, he was smooth.