Summer Flings?

[Thomas Smith]

Thomas smiled when Isabella informed himof how long they could stay, he could stay here forever, he hadn't felt so relaxed in so long he didn't want to leave. Maybe I could persuade mum to move to Italy. he thought with a light chuckle to himself. Even though he knew it would never happen it was an amazing idea, well to him anyway; his mother would need some more pursuasion. Turning to face Isabella again when she started to talk he smiled at how cliche it sounded, having pizza in Italy, but who was he to argue wtih an Italian, especially when that Italian was Isabella. "Sounds good to me." he beamed back. "What's San Remo's speciality?" he asked.

 

[Isabella Chaos]

Isabella couldn't help but melt at Thomas' smile, in fact this whole situation was making her smile, she couldn't believe he was actually here in Italy, with her, staying at her house. Everything felt so natural and okay right now. Isabella swam a little closer to him unknowingly, while biting on her lower lip in thought, searching for the answer to his question. "Pissaladière," she finally stated in perfect Italian. The pizza was well known in San Remo's neighbors, France, though the silly French didn't add cheese, whereas in San Remo they did. "But the best pizza ever is margherita pizza," she said with a nod of her head, matter-of-factly. That type of pizza could be found anywhere in Italy so they wouldn't have to make a detour for that or anything. Although they were in Italy, a place Thomas had never been to, Isabella looked at him and gave him a cheeky smile. "Where are you from Thomas?" she asked him, her tone coming out playfully but her question was serious. She honestly didn't know where he was from.