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Romance in Rome
It was unexpected how they met, two souls growing up so many miles apart. He grew up in the busy city life of Rome, Italy and she was only a simple girl living in the simplicity of Utah City, Nebraska. It's funny later in life when one thinks to themself of how to different people manage to meet and through twists and turns of life's cycle they manage to fall so deeply in love.
Through out all of her life, Mackenzie's mother did the opposite of what most young people despise, pressure her to be everything and more in acedemics, sports and anything else. However, most of Mackenzie's tears were shed from this lack of her mother's encouragements. She wanted her mother to pressure her to be great, to take concern in her work at school and more importantly her passion for writing. Mackenzie prized herself for her ability to write, she had even worked her way up to be Editor-in-Chief of her high school newspaper, the youngest in her school's 32 year history. Although she lacked the inspiration that most of her peers recieved, Mackenzie graduated highschool with excellent grades and planned to travel to Italy before entering the school of journalism in North Carolina.
Although her mother did not approve of her dapture alone to foreign land, Mackenzie knew in her heart that she wanted to see the world and to write about every detail along the way. Her plane glided across the runway a little after noon in the city of Rome, Italy. Immediatly her breath was taken away by it's beauty and new culture. Her tummy rumbled as she settled into the seat of her classic rental car and she decided to find a place to sit down and enjoy some good Italian food, this would also give her time to write about her new amazement for this foreign country.
After figuring out the different road ways in Rome she found a small cafe close the where she would be staying. Pulling into a vacant spot and gathered her leather backpack and headed towards the entrence of the cafe Greco, and family owned place. A pair of brown sparkling eyes and charming smile greeted her sweetly at the door, "Ciao, è entrato per favore."
This was how they first met. For the first time words did not flow from her mouth, in fact her mind was a blank slate, it was her stomach however that fluttered with butterflies. She quickly caught her breath and followed him to a small round table next to the window. The scenery was amazing, it was almost as though someone had placed her into the centerfold of a National Geographic magazine. "Mi chiamo Dante, la servirò oggi," the waiter spoke as he slid her chair out for her, placing a menu on the table. "Posso offrirla qualcosa di bere?" he asked. Mackenzie blushed as she responded, "I'm sorry, I don't speak any of the Italian language." To her astonishment he quickly replied in English, " Do not worry, I speak English, although it is sometimes not very good." With a sigh of relief she simply smiled a cheesy smile and asked for a water with lemmon.
Dante was not very talented and did not show much of an iterest for the acedmic life. Most of his past time was spent working in his father's cafè or outside taking photographs of nature's beauty. He was however interested in America and learning English. Dante's mother had passed away when he was only 3 years of age and was raised by his father with the help of his grandmother. His grandmother had spent a summer abroad in New York City studing the English language and had later taught it to Dante.
Moment's had passed when Dante finally returned to the table carrying a pitcher of water. "Have you decided?" he asked in his best english. For being a woman with many words, none came to mind each time he was in her presence. Mackenzie felt foolish, never have acting in such a manor before. Hiding it well, Dante was also captivated by her soft brown hair and hazel eyes. When her food was gone, Mackenzie gave Dante a smile and thanked him, "I should get going now, still haven't found my hotel yet." When she finally arrived at her stay, thoughts of her new dream guy she smiled and hoped to see him again.
While unpacking Mackenzie noticed her prized possession was missing, her journal. Thinking of where she had it last, she realized she had accidentally left it on the chair next to her in the cafe. Not sure how late the cafe would be open till she grabbed her keys and headed to the cafe. When she arrived the windows were dark, only a few streams of light came from the kitchen. She took a breath and knocked on the door, a figure appeared from the kitchen and came to the door. "Hi, I was in here earlier and I think I accidentally left my journal where I sitting," Mackenzie blurted out through her nervousness. "Yes you did," he smiled handing it over to her. "Thank you very much," she calmy said and turned around to walk out. "Would to care to join me for some dinner, I can make us something, or maybe tomorrow I can fix us something," Dante asked her. "Tomorrow would be perfect," she turned her head around and smiled then walked out.
The next morning Mackenzie headed off to visit some of the sights in Rome. She spent hours walking around the city, passing through store to store, her mind was fixed on tonight and her dinner date with Dante. She pulled the rest of her hair back and added a tint of pink to her already rosey cheeks. She was nervous as she tried to gather her thoughts. She worried that with his lack of English skills their would be awkward gaps through out their conversation. Mackenzie has never been in a long term or serious relationship, after witnessing her mother's tears, she knew she never wanted to feel that kind of pain.
Pulling up to the cafe, she had a slight panic considering she was about to eat dinner with a man she barley knew. But the warmth in his smile was reassuring and gave up her worries and walked up to the entrance. Holding open the door for her, he held out a single red rose, "Bella," he spoke softly. She knew that word meant beautiful. Walking through the doorway candle light captured her eyes ad she saw a table lit with two tall candles. "This is beautiful," she whispered out loud. Soft Italian music played in the background. He pulled out her chair and walked into the kitchen. A moment later he came out with two plates of spaghetti, her favorite.
Candle wax dripped down from the candles as hours of laughing and talking went by. Mackenzie told him of where she grew up and how different it is back at home in Nebraska. He told her of his childhood memories living in Rome and of his grandmother whom she could see that he adored. When the night was coming to a close Dante offered to show her around tomorrow and without a moments pause she accepted his offer. Dante opened the car door for her, slowly she turned around and came face to face with him. He smiled and kissed her on the cheek, "Thank you for a wonderful night."
After that night the two of them were inseperatable. He showed her the beauty of Rome and held her hand as they walked through the Villa Borghese, one of the oldest parks in Italy he explained to her. At night they visited the night life of Italy and by the end of the night they were kissing passionatly. Her heart melted with each kiss and for the first time she wasnt afraid of falling for someone.
The rest of her stay flew by faster than she anticipated and before she knew it her bags her packed up, ready to leave. Dante offered to drive her to the airport, wanted to spend every last second that he could with her. Mackenzie knew in her heart that she was falling hard for Dante and leaving him would be one of the hardest things she would ever have to do. He held her close in his arms as people busily passed by. "I have a gift for you," Dante told her as he handed her a small turqoise bag. They hugged one last time and he kissed her lips. "I'm going to miss to you," Mackenzie said quietly looking up at him as he held her. Walking away she turned around as he shouted to her, "Ti penso sempre," which meant I will be thinking of you always.
Just as quickly as the plane had rolled onto the runway it took off into flight. Tears began to slowly slide down from Mackenzie's cheeks as she picked up Dante's gift. She opened the bag and inside was a red journal. She turned the cover and saw a plane ticket taped to the inside, next to it read, "Ora potete ritornare a me...e possiamo qualche qiornor cadere insieme nell'amore, il vestro truley, Dante." Which read, now you can come back to me...and together we can someday fall in love, yours truely. Mackenzie dried her tears and looked out the window to the world below her and simply smiled for she knew she had fallen in love and would be with Dante again soon.
THE END
It was unexpected how they met, two souls growing up so many miles apart. He grew up in the busy city life of Rome, Italy and she was only a simple girl living in the simplicity of Utah City, Nebraska. It's funny later in life when one thinks to themself of how to different people manage to meet and through twists and turns of life's cycle they manage to fall so deeply in love.
Through out all of her life, Mackenzie's mother did the opposite of what most young people despise, pressure her to be everything and more in acedemics, sports and anything else. However, most of Mackenzie's tears were shed from this lack of her mother's encouragements. She wanted her mother to pressure her to be great, to take concern in her work at school and more importantly her passion for writing. Mackenzie prized herself for her ability to write, she had even worked her way up to be Editor-in-Chief of her high school newspaper, the youngest in her school's 32 year history. Although she lacked the inspiration that most of her peers recieved, Mackenzie graduated highschool with excellent grades and planned to travel to Italy before entering the school of journalism in North Carolina.
Although her mother did not approve of her dapture alone to foreign land, Mackenzie knew in her heart that she wanted to see the world and to write about every detail along the way. Her plane glided across the runway a little after noon in the city of Rome, Italy. Immediatly her breath was taken away by it's beauty and new culture. Her tummy rumbled as she settled into the seat of her classic rental car and she decided to find a place to sit down and enjoy some good Italian food, this would also give her time to write about her new amazement for this foreign country.
After figuring out the different road ways in Rome she found a small cafe close the where she would be staying. Pulling into a vacant spot and gathered her leather backpack and headed towards the entrence of the cafe Greco, and family owned place. A pair of brown sparkling eyes and charming smile greeted her sweetly at the door, "Ciao, è entrato per favore."
This was how they first met. For the first time words did not flow from her mouth, in fact her mind was a blank slate, it was her stomach however that fluttered with butterflies. She quickly caught her breath and followed him to a small round table next to the window. The scenery was amazing, it was almost as though someone had placed her into the centerfold of a National Geographic magazine. "Mi chiamo Dante, la servirò oggi," the waiter spoke as he slid her chair out for her, placing a menu on the table. "Posso offrirla qualcosa di bere?" he asked. Mackenzie blushed as she responded, "I'm sorry, I don't speak any of the Italian language." To her astonishment he quickly replied in English, " Do not worry, I speak English, although it is sometimes not very good." With a sigh of relief she simply smiled a cheesy smile and asked for a water with lemmon.
Dante was not very talented and did not show much of an iterest for the acedmic life. Most of his past time was spent working in his father's cafè or outside taking photographs of nature's beauty. He was however interested in America and learning English. Dante's mother had passed away when he was only 3 years of age and was raised by his father with the help of his grandmother. His grandmother had spent a summer abroad in New York City studing the English language and had later taught it to Dante.
Moment's had passed when Dante finally returned to the table carrying a pitcher of water. "Have you decided?" he asked in his best english. For being a woman with many words, none came to mind each time he was in her presence. Mackenzie felt foolish, never have acting in such a manor before. Hiding it well, Dante was also captivated by her soft brown hair and hazel eyes. When her food was gone, Mackenzie gave Dante a smile and thanked him, "I should get going now, still haven't found my hotel yet." When she finally arrived at her stay, thoughts of her new dream guy she smiled and hoped to see him again.
While unpacking Mackenzie noticed her prized possession was missing, her journal. Thinking of where she had it last, she realized she had accidentally left it on the chair next to her in the cafe. Not sure how late the cafe would be open till she grabbed her keys and headed to the cafe. When she arrived the windows were dark, only a few streams of light came from the kitchen. She took a breath and knocked on the door, a figure appeared from the kitchen and came to the door. "Hi, I was in here earlier and I think I accidentally left my journal where I sitting," Mackenzie blurted out through her nervousness. "Yes you did," he smiled handing it over to her. "Thank you very much," she calmy said and turned around to walk out. "Would to care to join me for some dinner, I can make us something, or maybe tomorrow I can fix us something," Dante asked her. "Tomorrow would be perfect," she turned her head around and smiled then walked out.
The next morning Mackenzie headed off to visit some of the sights in Rome. She spent hours walking around the city, passing through store to store, her mind was fixed on tonight and her dinner date with Dante. She pulled the rest of her hair back and added a tint of pink to her already rosey cheeks. She was nervous as she tried to gather her thoughts. She worried that with his lack of English skills their would be awkward gaps through out their conversation. Mackenzie has never been in a long term or serious relationship, after witnessing her mother's tears, she knew she never wanted to feel that kind of pain.
Pulling up to the cafe, she had a slight panic considering she was about to eat dinner with a man she barley knew. But the warmth in his smile was reassuring and gave up her worries and walked up to the entrance. Holding open the door for her, he held out a single red rose, "Bella," he spoke softly. She knew that word meant beautiful. Walking through the doorway candle light captured her eyes ad she saw a table lit with two tall candles. "This is beautiful," she whispered out loud. Soft Italian music played in the background. He pulled out her chair and walked into the kitchen. A moment later he came out with two plates of spaghetti, her favorite.
Candle wax dripped down from the candles as hours of laughing and talking went by. Mackenzie told him of where she grew up and how different it is back at home in Nebraska. He told her of his childhood memories living in Rome and of his grandmother whom she could see that he adored. When the night was coming to a close Dante offered to show her around tomorrow and without a moments pause she accepted his offer. Dante opened the car door for her, slowly she turned around and came face to face with him. He smiled and kissed her on the cheek, "Thank you for a wonderful night."
After that night the two of them were inseperatable. He showed her the beauty of Rome and held her hand as they walked through the Villa Borghese, one of the oldest parks in Italy he explained to her. At night they visited the night life of Italy and by the end of the night they were kissing passionatly. Her heart melted with each kiss and for the first time she wasnt afraid of falling for someone.
The rest of her stay flew by faster than she anticipated and before she knew it her bags her packed up, ready to leave. Dante offered to drive her to the airport, wanted to spend every last second that he could with her. Mackenzie knew in her heart that she was falling hard for Dante and leaving him would be one of the hardest things she would ever have to do. He held her close in his arms as people busily passed by. "I have a gift for you," Dante told her as he handed her a small turqoise bag. They hugged one last time and he kissed her lips. "I'm going to miss to you," Mackenzie said quietly looking up at him as he held her. Walking away she turned around as he shouted to her, "Ti penso sempre," which meant I will be thinking of you always.
Just as quickly as the plane had rolled onto the runway it took off into flight. Tears began to slowly slide down from Mackenzie's cheeks as she picked up Dante's gift. She opened the bag and inside was a red journal. She turned the cover and saw a plane ticket taped to the inside, next to it read, "Ora potete ritornare a me...e possiamo qualche qiornor cadere insieme nell'amore, il vestro truley, Dante." Which read, now you can come back to me...and together we can someday fall in love, yours truely. Mackenzie dried her tears and looked out the window to the world below her and simply smiled for she knew she had fallen in love and would be with Dante again soon.
THE END