|Tamara|
“What? A boyfriend?” Thea laughs so hard that right after I tell her what that teenage boy said to me. It somehow bugs me to death since that boy left. Thea and I were now eating the dinner she prepared for us both, an easy Turkey Tetrazzini. It was superb—as expected from Thea but I really can’t enjoy the meal because of what’s keeping my mind busy.
“Hey, I’m trying to be serious here right now. It’s creeping me out,” I said, dropping my fork with twirled pasta on it.
“Don’t overreact, Tam. We’re in Italy. Things like that are normal,” she wobbles her head like it was no big deal.
“Normal? How is that even possible?”
“Ugh! I should have remembered that you’re an still an infant when it comes to these things. Italian guys are sweet, okay? And romantic. That man must have
