Florence Italy. It's an escape like no other especially for visitors. Tourists. It was gorgeous in the hot spring with so many people.

Stopping by fancy restaurants was something on the bucket list. Also meeting cute people, but that didn't seem to happen quite yet.

The air felt thinner but in a good way.

A fancy cafe was holding most locals. It had a balcony hanging over a beautiful pond that held a variety of fish.

The aroma of flowers overwhelmed every passerby. It was just a beautiful city, no doubt.

After getting a drink and warm delicacy, sitting down after a long exploration and tour seemed like some long-awaited friend.

But the friend would have to wait longer. Slamming into someone's chest was one way to meet someone.

"Oh mio caro Dio. Merda! Be careful." Deep Italian accent but the man looked as sweet as some pastry. Luckily the food and drink hit the ground and not the man in view. The suit looked more costly than the actual trip.

He didn't look too mad when his blue eyes, which has blond curls over them, caught your own.

"Uccellino, what a mess. I'm Samuel Donacello. Are you a visitor?"

It was almost embarrassing that this was the first meeting since the whole trip.