It was our first night in Italy together… we were excited because we were by chance going to the same place. Or maybe he only came for me, I’m not sad either way. Our first evening there we spilt some pizza and beer on a dock and let out feet dangle in the water. We were tired from traveling but that never stopped our conversation or our excitement to be in a new place together. We wandered the ally ways and narrow city paths and found ourselves at a little restaurant along the canal. Somewhere in the midst of dinner a storm blew in and we sat it out with a bottle of wine until we could get a bus back to the hostel.
This hostel was awesome, one of my favorites. Once we were back we stayed in the lounge area and drank tequila and played foozeball until we ran out of time and the bar closed down. With a pretty hefty buzz and a bunch of giggles we made it back to his room. He was alone for the night, I had 5 other people in my room so of course we settled on talking in his room. It started as casual and ended with sweet goodbyes. Nothing more. The next night was a different story.