If I am not worth the wooing...
who. Antonio and Romano.
when. August 1st, Sunday evening.
where. Antonio's abode.
what. Epic romance fail. It's the thought that counts, right?
The hell did u bring ur bike?
Antonio frowned at his phone and tilted his head to the side in confusion. How else would he get here? The bus? He carefully punched in a response, glancing up periodically to see if anyone was coming-- ten minutes could be anything from ten seconds to an hour, knowing Romano-- but before he could hit send the door finally slammed open. Romano came stomping down the walkway and, even from this distance, Antonio could clearly see the irritated pout (oh, how he'd missed that pout~) on his face.
How adorable.
"Lovi!" he jammed his phone into his back pocket and waved both arms over his head excitedly to catch his attention. "I'm over here! ¡Ven aquí!"
when. August 1st, Sunday evening.
where. Antonio's abode.
what. Epic romance fail. It's the thought that counts, right?
The hell did u bring ur bike?
Antonio frowned at his phone and tilted his head to the side in confusion. How else would he get here? The bus? He carefully punched in a response, glancing up periodically to see if anyone was coming-- ten minutes could be anything from ten seconds to an hour, knowing Romano-- but before he could hit send the door finally slammed open. Romano came stomping down the walkway and, even from this distance, Antonio could clearly see the irritated pout (oh, how he'd missed that pout~) on his face.
How adorable.
"Lovi!" he jammed his phone into his back pocket and waved both arms over his head excitedly to catch his attention. "I'm over here! ¡Ven aquí!"