ItalyxReader .:.Bring on the Coffee.:.
You slowly walked out onto your balcony holding your mug of coffee, overlooking one of the many beautiful canals scattered across the wonderful city of Venice. You took a sip of your morning brew, a smile working its way across your lips. Leaning on the railing of the balcony, you glanced down at the little pathway next to the nearest canal, raising a brow at what you saw.
Barely visible from your point of view was a head of red-brown hair completely frazzled. You pushed away from the railing, walking back into your room, placing your coffee down on your dresser and opening up the closet door. You grabbed your black robe, slipping it on, followed by matching black slippers.
After grabbing your coffee once again, you headed towards the front door of your small flat, taking a glance into your mirror as you passed by. Your hair could have been in a much better state, but you were much too worried to what was with the person outside to really care.
You quickly made your way outside the small building holding your flat along with many others and onto the path where you saw the curious person. Taking long strides, you approached them, only to be greeted with a smile so bright it could have put the sun to shame.
"Ciao, bella!~" the young man, as you've found out, beamed, still sitting on the hard, stone pavement.
"Ah, um, c-ciao. Are you... are you alright, mister?" you asked carefully, taken aback slightly from the guy's cheerfulness.
He nodded vigorously, standing up sleepily. You couldn't help but let a small smile paint itself across your lips; he was kind of adorable.
"Sto bene, grazie!" His eyes didn't say that, you mused. The young man standing before you had brilliant golden eyes, but they were half lidded, showing just how little sleep he must have gotten.
"W-well, would you like to join me for coffee? You look molto tired, signore," you offered, earning another energetic nod from the Italian.
You two shared a few kind words while making your way back to your flat. You learned that his name was Feliciano Vargas, and he had a brother named Lovino. Lovino had gotten angry at him last night, so he kicked Feliciano out to have him think about what he did. What did Feliciano do to have his brother push him out of their house, you didn't know; you didn't want to pry.
Upon entering your flat, you asked Feliciano for a preference of creamer. He told you that it didn't matter, but you could tell he was picky. Hoping he'd like the creamer you had, you handed Feliciano, who you had found lounging on your couch, his own cup after adding everything you usually do to your own coffee.
You joined him on the couch, sipping from your cup, watching him. Feliciano placed his mug to his lips, taking a sip. You had expected him to reject the flavor, since it was a cheap brand, but he smiled at you, his curl bouncing as he moved.
"Mmm, grazie, (Name)! It's delizioso~" Feliciano commented, earning a giggle from you.
"Prego, Feliciano," you grinned, fixing your robe.
"Ah, you can-a call me Feli, bella," Feli smiled fondly, taking another sip from his mug.
"Alright, Feli," you chuckled, letting the nickname roll of your tongue. It felt so natural. Right at that moment, you could tell you were going to be wonderful friends with Feli. You two would be friends for a long, long time.
You were looking forward to this.