Still getting the silence from you, Diego sighed, changing the car's route. As you were giving him silent treatment after the argument you had at party, he was trying to make it up to you and get you to talk to him again. He knew the late night walk by the sea was a perfect way to win you back, and he was going to do it even at 2a.m. Stopping the car at the side of the beach, he got out, opening your door, his eyes pleading, his thick Italian accent obvious. "Cara mia, pretty please?"