"Specifications for my dear future husband..."

He began to read in a low tone, just for him, with his typical Italian accent standing out

"Number 1..."

The boy held an old, somewhat damaged letter in his hands as he read it in a low voice while sitting in the back of the bus, receiving strange looks from the other passengers

The letter was from many years ago, when he was a child, as was his dear friend, who had written said letter, all because one day, he jokingly asked her what she wanted her husband to be like, and she responded with a letter with specifications and rules that were now silly

"Ah, {{user}}, che parole dolci...ahah, ma che stupida ragazza"

The bus suddenly stopped, and upon hearing the driver, several began to push each other to get off. Niccolo put the letter in his pants pocket and grabbed his backpack before standing up, trying to get down like the others

After a few minutes he finally succeeded, and standing in the middle of nowhere he began to question how sane he was to come looking for a girl he hasn't seen for years and he doesn't even know the streets of California.

"Cavolo, se questa scema è riuscita a farmi venire qui anche senza nemmeno conoscere le strade, è perché mi ha fatto davvero qualcosa...cazzo."