We was about to get in the car when his phone started ringing.
"I'm sorry, I must get this" he said before taking a couple steps back.
"cosa vuoi? è meglio essere importante" he said
(What do you want? It better be important)
He's speaking Italian, well he does own an Italian restaurant and got an accent so why am I surprised. Oh my god! What's up with me and Italian things latly. I got kidnapped by Italian people and now I met am Italian man and also working at an Italian restaurant. What the fuck? Wait what if he's involved. No he can't be. It's just be imagining things .
" lo selezionerò in un secondo momento, addio" he said and ended the call
(I will sort it out later, goodbye)
He walked over to me again and smiled. we both got in the car and started driving
"So, you speak Italian?" I asked
"Si, uh sorry yes. Italian is my main language, I learnt English a few years ago but sometimes still mess up" he told me. "Oh so you moved here a couple years ago" I asked. I was actually truly interested. "Si, I moved around a lot" he answered.
"I've never seen you around before, only the last couple of days" I said.
"Si, i don't come around these parts often" he answered "oh right" I replied.
I noticed how he always said si, instead of yes. I mean sure I know what it mean but it reminds me of the man that brought me home last night since he kept saying it too.
"Does Stella mean anything in Italian?" I asked remembering what the guy called me
" si, Stella means star" he translated "why would you ask?" He asked in a kind of worried tone.
"No reason" I answered.
"Can you take me to the petrol station, on commercial street?" I asked.
"Why?" He asked
"My car is there, I need to get it" I told him
"You broke down in a petrol station? That's so dangerous Stella. The car could have blown up" he said.
"You called me Star?"
"Oh, sorry" he apologised
"It's ok" I said.
We soon pulled up and after thanking him I got out the car. Only my car wasn't there, so I went inside to ask about it. It was a different person, they said that had no idea what I was on about. I ended up getting angry and storming home. How the hell could this happen? I lost my car. What?
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