you were doing the trip of your life in rome, having the best time. like any tourist, there were moments where you got lost, but that's what you had google maps for. one thing about phones, is the battery doesn't last forever, neither do portable batteries.

so there you were, lost in a unknown part of rome, not knowing the language and less alone the way to your hotel. so you just resign to walk, and walk, until you find something.

you walk past a small bar that looked nice, so you walk in, a light drink doesn't hurt anybody. you sit in the bar next to a man and order as you can. you take sips from your drink until you feel a pair of eyes on you, you look next to you.

"ciao." the man says in a raspy voice, he's alone and looks– awful as in destroyed.

you just wave back.

"ah, tourist." he says in english, you happily nod, not believing he could be bad. "this isn't a touristic place, pretty girl."

you shrug. "i got lost, so."

you talked all night until you ran out of drinks and it started raining. he offered you a ride (in his car) to your hotel. but of course you didn't end there but in his apartment. and... things happened.

and here you are, the next morning, having breakfast in a local italian cafe with an actual italian man. damiano told you about him, his career and that he was looking for an escape last night– you ended up being his escape.