Post by Gattina on Aug 7, 2013 15:21:27 GMT
Ceri was the first to wake up. Sandwiched between Valentina and Nicola, she tried to gently wriggle free from the cluster. With some effort she propped herself up from the floor, Nicola’s leg wouldn’t seem to budge from on top of her. Ceri looked around her best friend’s room, 4 pairs of feet hung from the side of Peppe’s bed, Francesca was snoring softly from a corner, a bra dangled from the lamp… She smiled at the memories from last night, the crazy girls, the dancing, the laughter…Nicola stirred next to her and let out a lungful of alcohol fumed breath that almost made Ceri pass out again. Pinching her nose, she pushed Nicola off more vigorously this time and clambered to her feet, feeling grogginess creep up as she tried to balance herself. The alluring smell of fresh coffee led her into the kitchen and she spotted a note Peppe left on the Coffee pot:
She contemplated whether to stay and wait for Peppe to come back with breakfast, or whether to dash home and prepare herself for work. It was her day off, but just like any day she still felt the need to go and make sure everything was perfetto. The decision was made by the end of her coffee.
She texted Peppe as she descended the stairs of his block of flats, her ‘enhanced’ Vespa 250 was waiting for her in the hallway. By ‘enhanced’ means that her father had been tinkering and it can now fetch twice the speed in a third of the time. One of the very few things that Ceri has in common with her papa is their need for speed. Ceri was too young to remember when her father became an F1 Champion, but she does remember sitting on papa’s lap in front of the steering wheel as he took her for a spin around the circuit. Since Ceri was of driving age, papa bought her a new car every birthday. From the red Audi TT to the Continental GT V8, she knew that he was buying it as much for himself as for her. She now hides her white Bentley in the garage, especially after Peppe joked about its bulletproof glass ‘Behh, you’re queen of the mafia?’ She was quite content with her Vespa, it was much more fitting to an owner of a small tourism agency.
She hopped on her Vespa and in no time she was whizzing down the narrow streets of Verona, her long golden hair flowing in the warm breeze. As she wondered if the cute guy from last night would hold to his promise and call her, her phone started to ring. Making no effort to slow down, she took a look at the screen and realized it was her employee Luigi.
“No Luigi. You are not having another free day till next week, we talked about this.” She didn’t wait to hear his story.
“Oh erm, it’s not that…”
What does that greasy-nosed sloth want now?
Morning girls! I’ll be right back with breakfast, help yourselves to coffee.
P
Why are the perfect men always gay thought Ceri. Peppe can sing, dance, cook, sail, amongst many talents, yet even if he was straight, Ceri wouldn’t be able to imagine dating him. They have spent the last 10 years in each-others company, those unaware of Peppe’s tastes would think them a couple, but their friendship is so strong they consider each other as brother and sister. He had always been there for Ceri when she needed someone, and on a few occasions she was able to return the favor. Ceri loved him as a brother.P
She contemplated whether to stay and wait for Peppe to come back with breakfast, or whether to dash home and prepare herself for work. It was her day off, but just like any day she still felt the need to go and make sure everything was perfetto. The decision was made by the end of her coffee.
She texted Peppe as she descended the stairs of his block of flats, her ‘enhanced’ Vespa 250 was waiting for her in the hallway. By ‘enhanced’ means that her father had been tinkering and it can now fetch twice the speed in a third of the time. One of the very few things that Ceri has in common with her papa is their need for speed. Ceri was too young to remember when her father became an F1 Champion, but she does remember sitting on papa’s lap in front of the steering wheel as he took her for a spin around the circuit. Since Ceri was of driving age, papa bought her a new car every birthday. From the red Audi TT to the Continental GT V8, she knew that he was buying it as much for himself as for her. She now hides her white Bentley in the garage, especially after Peppe joked about its bulletproof glass ‘Behh, you’re queen of the mafia?’ She was quite content with her Vespa, it was much more fitting to an owner of a small tourism agency.
She hopped on her Vespa and in no time she was whizzing down the narrow streets of Verona, her long golden hair flowing in the warm breeze. As she wondered if the cute guy from last night would hold to his promise and call her, her phone started to ring. Making no effort to slow down, she took a look at the screen and realized it was her employee Luigi.
“No Luigi. You are not having another free day till next week, we talked about this.” She didn’t wait to hear his story.
“Oh erm, it’s not that…”
What does that greasy-nosed sloth want now?
