Issues

17

I put the car in park and we all get out of the car. We show up to the front of the restaurant,

"Amora why don't you head inside. This waitress will lead you in. I just have to talk to Domenico." I say.

She looks at me then at Domenico, then back at me. "Sure." She smiles, "but take too long then I'm definitely going to order food without you." She says, pointing her Pointer finger at me.

I laugh a little, "don't worry, love. We won't." I mumble. Then she enters the restaurant with the waitress who was already at the front waiting.

"What's up, big guy?" Domenico says, putting his arm around my shoulders. I turn my head and glare at him. "tough crowd." He mumbles as he removes his arm.

"So Amora." He starts off.

"Stop." I roll my eyes.

"She's sweet." Domenico says,

"she is." I mutter.

"She called you... Enzo. Do you really not have a problem with it?" Domenico questions.

I take a minute before answering, "I did when I first met her, now I don't really care." I mumble.

"Ohhh so you do like her." Domenico teases.

"No, not in that way." I say.

Do I like her?

No, it's too soon for feelings, right?

"Let's head in." I say walking away, having Domenico follow up. I stop my tracks as I see Amora laughing with some boy.

I put my hand in a fist. "Who the fuck is that?" I mutter.

"I don't know." Domenico notices my fist. "Oh? So you're jelly?" Domenico teases.

"I'm not jealous." I roll my eyes. "Before I shoot your brains out, get the boy away from Amora." I warn.

"So you are-"

"nevermind I'll do it myself." I cut Domenico off, before walking up to them.

"fissala di nuovo, e giuro che ti strapperò gli occhi.(stare at her again, and I swear I'll rip your eyeballs out.)" I threaten the boy.

His eyes widen at the sight of me and ran away. "Took you long enough." Amora jokes.

"Sorry." I mumble. I sit in front of her, and Domenico next to me.

"I was going to order pasta but then realized that was stereotypical." Amora says. "I knew you'd judge me." She adds on.

"We wouldn't dare to judge you, princess." Domenico says.

"Then pasta it is." She smiles and closes her menu.

"Se dovessi uscire con lei, ti dispiacerebbe?(If I were to go on a date with her, would you mind?)" Domenico says.

Once again I put my hands into a fist.

"non osare, cazzo.(don't you fucking dare.)" I warn.

"Can you guys please speak English, not that I have a problem! But I just feel like an idiot cause I don't understand shit." Amora mumbles.

"Sorry." Domenico says. "Where are you from princess?" Domenico asks her.

Bet one million bucks,

She is definitely thinking 'my mom's vagina'

she opens her mouth then immediately shuts it. "I don't know." She mumbles.