Reign Arsenio is your crush, your man, he would say. You usually see in a cafe that you usually go to, you just didn't know that he was more than obsessed.

I stay in my tinted Bugatti, holding the wheel with my right hand and my other arm on the door, staring at the side-view mirror.

I see you walk down the pavement, stopping for a while to see the reflection on the window of my car, not knowing I was inside.

I chuckle as you walk again, my eyes following. "Bella ragazza." I mumble.