Chiara," Darren finally says. "Everything okay?"
Greasy Guy looks Darren up and down with narrowed eyes and spits out what I'm guessing is a question. Darren responds, calmly, in Italian. It's the most I've ever heard him say in Italian, and I can't even tell if his accent's right, but it's seriously hot.
They go back and forth a few times, Chiara chiming in once in a while. I pick out a word here and there, but I mostly make up what I think they could be talking about. My version sounds like this:
Greasy Guy: "Who the bleep are you?"
Darren: "A friend of Chiara's."
Greasy Guy: "What kind of friend?" This is when he puffs up his chest to make himself look stronger.
Chiara: "Not that kind of friend, so chill out. Besides, Pippa's got dibs on him."
Darren: "Is there a problem?"
Greasy Guy: "Yeah. You. How about you get out of my way?"
Darren: "Chiara comes with us." This is when Darren nods in my direction and I back up a hair.
Greasy Guy: "You can't have her. We're not through here."
Chiara: "I should have cut ties with you years ago! You selfish piece of bleeping ble--"
Greasy Guy: "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't put a dent in that pretty face of yours!"
Chiara backs away and links her arm with mine, pulling me over to where Darren and I had stood. I turn my head to check on him. He's right behind us. Greasy Guy takes off toward Manarola.
Okay, so my version of their conversation must not have been accurate.
Greasy Guy looks Darren up and down with narrowed eyes and spits out what I'm guessing is a question. Darren responds, calmly, in Italian. It's the most I've ever heard him say in Italian, and I can't even tell if his accent's right, but it's seriously hot.
They go back and forth a few times, Chiara chiming in once in a while. I pick out a word here and there, but I mostly make up what I think they could be talking about. My version sounds like this:
Greasy Guy: "Who the bleep are you?"
Darren: "A friend of Chiara's."
Greasy Guy: "What kind of friend?" This is when he puffs up his chest to make himself look stronger.
Chiara: "Not that kind of friend, so chill out. Besides, Pippa's got dibs on him."
Darren: "Is there a problem?"
Greasy Guy: "Yeah. You. How about you get out of my way?"
Darren: "Chiara comes with us." This is when Darren nods in my direction and I back up a hair.
Greasy Guy: "You can't have her. We're not through here."
Chiara: "I should have cut ties with you years ago! You selfish piece of bleeping ble--"
Greasy Guy: "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't put a dent in that pretty face of yours!"
Chiara backs away and links her arm with mine, pulling me over to where Darren and I had stood. I turn my head to check on him. He's right behind us. Greasy Guy takes off toward Manarola.
Okay, so my version of their conversation must not have been accurate.
( Kristin Rae )
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