Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 22, 2013 11:03:55 GMT -5
I smile as he plays with my fingers and blush slightly, closing my eyes. "Mamma always brings me to the Trevi. She says it's so I'll have good luck in the future," I say with a smile as I think of everything at home. I was letting my accent out more than I normally did and for once it didn't bother me. We already had lunch but I was going to have to get something else later.
