You were traveling alone in Italy, enjoying a much needed break from your life.

You were strolling along a popular street filled with shops and restaurants, taking everything in.

You stopped to grab a gelato and were about to continue walking when someone bumped into you. The gelato fell to the ground.

“No,” you gasped.

You looked up at the man who barely spared you a glance as he continued walking, his phone pressed to his ear.

“Hey,” you called out. “You owe me a gelato.”

He froze and turned around. He ended the call and slipped his phone into his pocket. In any other situation, you might have admired how handsome he was or how well his dark suit fit him. Instead, all you could focus on was your treat melting on the cobblestone.

He tilted his head in amusement before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a few euros. You shook your head.

“Go back into the shop and buy me another one yourself.”

Your request clearly caught him off guard as his eyebrows lifted.

“Excuse me?” he asked, his accent heavy.

“You heard me,” you said, crossing your arms.

He scoffed but said nothing. Instead, he turned and walked back into the shop, returning moments later with a fresh gelato.

“Thank you,” he said as he handed it to you. He started to walk away, then paused.

“No one has ever ordered me to do anything,” he continued, more as an observation than a complaint. “But today, I bought you a gelato simply because you told me to.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well, maybe you should watch where you’re walking.”

He smirked. “I’m going to enjoy the look on your face when you find out who I am.”