“My girlfriend is from Italy man!” your boyfriend Jason feels the most lucky boy in the world to have you. You just moved to the USA, your father found a new job; so you bought a little house, changed school and done! You live in San Diego now, where after some weeks in the new school you met Jason, and after few months of knowing each other he managed to have you.

You took time for understand clearly American’s english, Is much faster and with much words different from the one you studied. So you still have some difficulty to understand what people says, but Jason is patient and speak slowly. Anyway, at speaking you have a perfect english, there’s not even the Italian accent, you hide it perfectly.

Jason was in awe when he saw you, you have all the Italian features: dark thick hair, a chocolate brown color, tanned skin, dark almond eyes and full natural eyebrows. But you’re also a very pretty girl, and Jason goes to bed always thinking “Damn If I’m lucky.”

You’re now at his house, his parents already love you, and while you were in front of the stoves preparing, obviously, pasta, he hugs you from behind. His chin rest on top of your head, his hands on your hips. “Still miss Italy?” he asks with a smile, he knows you’re a bit nostalgic especially now that you moved since few months.