Chapter 3: What did Nico do?

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Armani's POV

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Armani's POV

"Thanks for showing me around. I hope you have a nice night," I spoke once we reached the entrance of my apartment.

"Nessun problema, bellissimo," the charming Italian replied. (No problem, beautiful.)

I think he called me beautiful. My dark skin blushed at the thought even though it wasn't visible. I couldn't help but wish the mysterious man from the restaurant was the one calling me beautiful.

Surprisingly, I didn't end up being kidnapped and Nico was genuinely just a nice guy. He gave a pretty nice tour too. I found a spot where I could get some groceries, which I would go to tomorrow after work. During the tour, however, I couldn't help but wished that in one of the spots we went to the man from the restaurant would suddenly appear.

The more I thought about him the more I wish I didn't just ran away. For once, I wish I wasn't so shy and awkward. But, maybe it was for the best. He could have a girlfriend or even worse a wife and kids. The thought only made me nauseous. I pray that man was single and was attracted to me as much as I was attracted to him.

I shook myself out of my thoughts and focused on the man in front of me.

"You do that a lot." He chuckled.

"Huh?" I looked up at him with a puzzled face.

"You get lost in your thoughts. Don't think too much."

Nico leaned forward and brushed a stray hair that loosened from my low bun. My body rejected his touch and I felt my legs moving me backward. Unfortunately for him, the guy that I'll probably never see again is the only guy on my mind.

Something dark flickered through Nico's eyes in response to my actions, but as soon as I noticed, it disappeared.

"Have a good night, Nico," I spoke quickly, hoping he'd get the hint and I could get inside to the comfort of my bed.

"Yes, good night bellissimo. See you very soon."

With that he turned with a clenched jaw and went down the long set of stairs back to the street.

I don't know if it was the interaction I just had or something else, but I felt very eerie all of a sudden. But just to be sure, I took a quick survey of my area. I declared it was probably all in my head. Hardly anyone knew who I was here or paid much attention to me. I couldn't possibly have someone following me, or so I thought.

I quickly headed into my flat and locked the door, before rushing through my nighttime routine. I'd need all the rest I could get before my first shift at the restaurant tomorrow.

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