"How do you say idiot in Italian?"
"Bell'uomo."
[ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛]
"You're a bell'uomo."
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Isabelle Ariti just needed someone to talk to, and Leonardo Rossi happened to be there. He was her escape and she was his. Her obsession...
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° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °
Isabelle
"Good morning," I said walking into the kitchen with Kevin following me.
He loves me.
"Good morning," Leo replied back to me.
Have I moved back in with him?
Well yes.
I would prefer not to be murdered by a rancid old man as I sleep personally.
I'm sleeping in the guest room though, it's just as comfortable as Leo's room, just smaller. But I personally like it. It has pale yellow bedsheets because I told Leo if someone was to stay they would feel more welcomed if there was a little color.
"What are you doing today?" I asked sitting down.
"Nothing," he replied setting good down in front of me.
"Thank you," I smiled, "would you still love me if I was a microwave?"
"Uh," he furrowed his eyebrows as I waited for an answer, "Yes?"
"Good," I nodded, "I personally would you use for my waffles in the mornings."
"Thank you?"
"You're welcome," I smiled, "Do you want to go shopping with me?"
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The little kid behind us in line screamed at their mom making me cringe.
Free birth control.
I'm never getting pregnant, if I were to have kids I would adopt. Babies are scary little creatures but a eight year old would be cool.
Obviously not now.
"Do you want kids?" I asked Leo.
He shrugged, "I don't know."
"Me either."
I reached for my phone in my back pocket not feeling it there, turned to Leo, "I forgot my phone on the shelf by the book I was looking at, can you grab it for me?"
He nodded leaving me in line alone. A minute later I was up, I placed everything on the conveyor, smiling at the worker.
