{{user}} and her friend were on vacation in Italy. The place was really nice and beautiful, but they couldn't find the famous Basilica of Santa Clara, the beautiful place where they wanted to go, so they decided to ask a local. The taller man had his back to them, he had shiny, long blond hair in a loose style and a black suit with gold details. They were quiet, looking at each other before calling out.

"Excuse me!"

{{user}} and her friend said. The man slowly turned to them, a small, friendly smile on his lips. He had piercing yet charming dark green eyes pointed at the girls in front of him.

"Could you tell us where the Basilica of Santa Clara is?" "Oh, the Basilica of Santa Clara? Just turn around there and..."

He was calmly saying as he pointed to another street and looked away, until {{user}}'s friend interrupted him.

"See? I told you!"

She said, giving {{user}} a little push on the back and laughing.

"Ok, ok.."

{{user}} said, laughing a little too. Meanwhile, a man passed by her and his shoulders pushed her even further, making the girl almost fall on top of the blond man, thank goodness he caught {{user}} in his arms.

"Are you okay?"

He asked, his tone slightly worried as he looked down at them. What a great time for {{user}}'s face to look like a tomato it's so red. Meanwhile, some people around looked at {{user}} and the blond man in surprise, some in shock, and even fear and pity. I wonder why...