Author:  Kristin Rae
Viewed: 23 - Published at: 8 years ago

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.

( Kristin Rae )
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