He's Italian // Mattia Polibio

2️⃣ Jersey Boys

Warning
I'm gonna throw some Italian in here just so it sounds a little realistic but I don't speak Italian so if it's a bit wrong I apologise

We'd finished eating and the parents talked for a while. The restaurant was almost empty by now, only holding onto a couple families finishing their meals. Mattia's Mom spoke up.

"Mattia, why don't you show Lee the kitchen now?" She said turning to her son who she'd made sit there for the last 14 minutes and 38 seconds.
Yes, I counted.

"Fine" he sighed.
"Yeah gowan doll, I'll wait here for you" mam said
"Nonsense! Mattia will walk her home"
"What?" Mattia and I said in unison, once again.

"I'm okay Mrs Polibio, it's only five blocks, I can walk myself" I reassured.
"Absolutely not, it's not safe for young girls out there at night" she persisted,
"Mattia will walk you home, won't you figlio" she said, giving Mattia "the eyes"

"Si Mamma" he sighed.
She threw her arm around his neck to pull him close so she could kiss his cheek.
"Alright, Ma damn" he pulled away,
I sniggered.

Mattia stood up and gestured for me to follow him.
We walked towards the kitchen where he hit the door open, letting it swing back and almost hit me in the face.
Thankfully I caught it.

"This is the kitchen, that's Frankie and My Dad" he said completely unamused.
The two men in chef uniforms turned and smiled at me.
"Goodluck with him" Mattia's Dad smiled.
I smiled and nodded before Mattia huffed again.

"Alright alright carry on with the tour you grouch"
He just looked at me with narrowed eyes.
"This is Leonardo and Lorenzo" he pointed to two guys also in the kitchen, they were way younger, probably in college.

The two began to whistle and make their way over to me.
They each grabbed one of my hands and proceeded to kiss them, I couldn't help but laugh.
"And who is this?" One of them asked

"I'm Lee"
"This is Lee?!" The other one said sounding surprised.
"Mattia, non hai detto che fosse così bella" he said.

"What did he say?" I said under my breath, embarrassed.
"Something about you being beautiful, doesn't matter let's just go" Mattia huffed.
Damn, I shoulda moved here sooner, Irish boys are not like this at all.

Mattia looked really pissed off now.
I looked at him as if to say I was ready to continue and said goodbye to the boys.

"This is the back where we'll be washing dishes and out there is where the dumpsters are, trash is our job too" he said barely lifting his arm to gesture to the back door.

I couldn't help but giggle.
"What?" He asked
"Trash" I said under my breath.
"What's funny about trash?" He shook his head,
"Nothing, I'm just getting used to how you speak over here" I excused.

"What else am I meant to call it?"
"Rubbish" I stated,
That earned a slight chuckle
"You're fucking weird" he smiled at me for a moment before shaking himself out of it and getting awkward again.

"Alright, *cough* it's late and I don't really feel like staying back just for you so can we go?" He said,
I nodded.

"Where do you stay?" He asked as he hung up his apron and grabbed his jacket from the hook.
"We're staying in Donna's for now, do you know where it is?" I asked
"Mhm"

Mattia said his goodbyes, as did I and we left.
It was dark but the street lights left a dim line of vision of the road.
We walked in silence, Mattia had his hands stuffed in his pockets while I folded mine against my chest to keep the heat in.