Loverman in Milan

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James and I stroll down the sidewalk listening to the gentle ripples of the canal water in the city of Milan.
"Hey James how many Euros do you have?" I ask grabbing his arm cheekily like a child eyeing up the little boats lined up on the wall in the canal.  James rolls his eyes and glances down at the few shopping bags swinging from both of our shoulders including a new dress from an upstreet Dressfitters in the town and a smart shirt from a designers for James who glanced in his wallet and finds a few coins.
"Camilla..." James says in a serious tone grabbing my waist making me pivot on my heels to be faced with him. My chest quickens and my breathing is shallower.
"James." I whisper.
"I'm taking you out." James says proudly. "We shall meet in that Pizzeria over there at 7:30."

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