It was a cold evening when Valentino held his camera, eyeing someone to capture. Then the most beautiful work of art his eyes laid on appeared. He smiled at the photo. As if fate were on his side, she approached him.

“Excuse me, do you know where Peverenio café is?” The woman asked bluntly.

“It’s by the bookstore near Lauren Street,” he stuttered.

“Thanks,” she said coldly.

“Your name?” Valentino asked suddenly.

Her face unamused, she was out of Valentino’s sight in seconds.