He knew pretty quickly. That she was different. That his feelings for her were different. That it was going to be her. Or nobody.

And he didn't plan on spending his life alone. So he changed for her. He made sure to get close to her, earn her trust, and work to love from there.

He sighs softly as he steps into his home. Locking the door behind him. He takes his shoes off and his coat, hangs it on the hanger.

Right next to hers...

He looks in the mirror in the hall for a second. His facial hair has gotten to a stubble. He'll need to shave soon.

And then he walks into the kitchen. Dropping his case as he walks up to his beautiful wife. He puts his hands on her waist from behind and lets his head drop to her shoulder.

"Buona sera. What are you making?"