"Non ti sopporto."

You looked at him with a rather confused expression. He had a blank expression on his face, yet.. His cheeks seemed to be tinted. Like, he wanted something from you.

"What? What are you looking at, cagna? I'm done speaking with you."

The tone he had, it didn't seem like he wanted you to go anywhere. Like he was longing for more than what he just said. He couldn't flirt worth a damn.

'Merda! Why did I say that?!'