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The bus drove faster as the green light appeared up front, racing the other vehicles in the almost jammed streets of Naples.
Engines and the sound of moving tires rang trough the humid and musky summer air trapped inside.

  Few people were in, scattered around trough out the bus: an elderly man right in front, all slim, with very light clothing and foot wear, wiping his forehead every few seconds with a navy blue handkerchief; two young teenage boys a bit further back, breathing on the window using the humid surface as a drawing paper, and close to them a few other commuters coming back from a long day of work.

Just as unbothered as the others was a young female sitting at a window seat right in the middle. She looked fresh into her adulthood, wearing a light and white blouse, embrodied with beautiful red, blue and black flowers sawn into it. This accompanied by a long white skirt that came up her ankles which seemed made out of flax which complemented her smooth tan skin and green eyes. Her long curly locks were tightened up in a pony tail, with a few loose baby hairs sticking to her forehead. She had a small suitcase with her along with some earphones and an mp3 from which she listened to music.

She wasn't paying much attention around her as her eyes were far more focused with the view outside rather than the hot bus.

A while had passed and the bus was nearing its final destination. The old man was the last to get out, leaving the young foreigner alone with the bus driver. This wasn't something she picked on as she kept her attention out the window. The greenery outside swayed gracefuly to the rythm of the wind captivating the beautiful lady. Her eyes slowly fluttered shut, being calmed by the simplistic view which led to her falling into a light nap.

A honk rang loudly scaring the young lady and making her hit her head on the window. She whinced and rubbed the sore spot gently.

"This is the last stop, miss! Come one, get out!" a very grudgey voice spoke loudly with a very sharp italian.

Altough, the young female understood enough to do as she was told.  She put her ear buds and mp3 in the poket of her skirt, quickly lifted her suitcase and got out.

A loud sigh came out of her mouth as she was directly hit with the agonizingly hot summer air of Napoli. The bus drove of. Out of her case she took her big straw hat and put it on her head in order to avoid getting any unwanted nausea.

Befoure going anyfurther, she took out of her pockets a small map of the city, all covered in marker-made signs and directions. She inspected the piece of hard paper carefuly. After finding the satisfactory infomation need, she put it back, took her belongings and went further up the road.

That part of the city seemed to be fairly empty, with only a few people roaming around the streets. But again that must have been because it was noon already. Realising that, the miss tought a bit about stoping by somewhere to grab a bite. Plus, she needed water asap as she wasn't careful enough to bring herself more.

Remembering the image of the map, she turned right the corner looking for the closest place appropriate for her needs. 10 minutes passed, which felt like an eternity to her, until she found herself facing a rather nice looking restaurant.

"Libeccio, huh?" her soft lips murmured the name largly written above the entrance.

Without second thought, she entered the restaurant, welcomed by a pleasent chilly breez.

" Buon giorno, segnorina! How may I be of assistance?" a tall, well groomed waiter showed himself before her with a kind smile plastered on his face, taking a chance at trying to speak a bit of english. Being that the lady did look a lot like a tourist from another country.

At the kind effort she smiled and to ease his nerves she spoke to him in Italian. It could be clear though of her nationality as she did have quite the accent.

" Good day to you too, sir. I would like just a small table and a glass of water. I'm quite worn out form my travel."

She could see the look of relief in his face after hearing her prounounce the first words. And so he quickly showed her the way to a small, two seat table right next to the window. She thanked him and sat down asking for the menu.

Resting her chin on her hands, she gazed outside. There still weren't many people passing by, but she could see the wind blowing again like it did while she in the bus, but this time with a bit more force.

Soon enough, the waiter came back with the glass of water and a menu leaving her alone to look trough it. Intensly  scanning the pasta section, her mouth already wattered just by reading about the dishes. By that time her glass of water was already drunk. So when the waiter came back, she ordered another glass along side some nice broccoli pasta shels.

Going back to the view outside she saw multiple people entering the establishment. She could not see their faces, but she did suddenly get a bad feeling in her stomach.

The bell above the door signaled their arrival.  The brunette kept her eyes locked on the entrance of the dining area, muscles tense, almost like a feral animal ready to pounce at  any given danger.

She already felt annoyed. The last thing she wanted that moment was to see anything bad happen. This wasn't what the plan of her vacation. But again, maybe she was just over reacting. Afterall, she did live life quite extreme and old habits sure die hard.

Then she realized that she wasn't the only one in the restaurant. Sure it wasn't busy, but there was a fair number of tables occupied.

At that moment, an unnatural tall guy entered the room. He was massive, his muscles almost ripping the black shirt over them. He had a small square head in comparison to his body, with very small lips, small eyes and a curby looking nose. He had a big scary frown thrown over his face. After him came two other smaller guys, equally ugly, if not uglier than the first man.

They scanned the area briefly, before fixing their attention on a person who looked like a businessman on the other side of the room.  If it was humanly possible, the frown on the tall man deepened drastically .

Our girl got more tensed seeing them move almost with an aggressive air towards the poor person. One of the guys immediately grabed him by the collar with such ferocity that it turned the table over.

The customers around screamed in terror, some of them running straight out, others stayed put, too frightened to do anything else.

"Quite a sneaky lil' bitch you are, aren't you, Francesco? I thought we had an agreement. We trusted you, you know? But instead you thought us as fools and ran away."  The man holding Francesco spat in his face.

The man, was so scared he couldn't get a word out properly. He tried to get out of the tight grip but it was useless.

"P-p-lease l-let me have o-one more chance... I s-swear i-i'll get the money. I j-j-just need time..." Francesco gave a pathetic plead towards his abusers.

Instead of helping, it only made the man more angry which resulted in the weaker person getting thrown into the wall behind him, almost breaking it. As a consequence of the action, Francesco spit out blood from his mouth, barely able to breathe.

By that time everyone left already except the staff, whom was hiding in the kitchen.

The disturbance quickly angered the  girl that sat behind them seeing the horrific imagery. She didn't care much about the details of their problem, all she knew that this behaviour didn't sit well with her. She was ready to say something to grab their attention ang get up until she heard someone do that quicker.

"You scumbags have nothing better to do on such a fine day?" the beautiful smooth voice of a man spoke loud and intimidating.

He just entered the room and imediatly you could feel the big presence he left. The young women was already mesmerized by him. She didn't know who he was, she's never seen him before, but the moment he enterd she felt relief wash over.

He walked gracefully, without fear towards the gangsters. He was fairly tall and slim. He had a subtle yet strong face, with big blue eyes, feathered by beautiful long feminine lashes, high cheekbones and beautiful plum lips. He had a nicely cut dark bob adorned with bangs which hid the frown of his forehead and two golden hair clips.

His clothing looked peculiar yet stylish. His suit was white with black dots all over it, with golden zippers scattered around it. His chest was exposed revealing a rather pretty yet intriguing tattoo which covered the entire area.

He held his chin high and looked directly into the eyes of the punksters.  He didn't look intimidating compares to them but he sure had a strange aura surrounding him.

"Get out of here already! Can't you see you're disturbing civilians? I don't care about you're quarrel. Finish you're task elsewhere before I finish you myself."

Sure, maybe this shouldn't have scared the mafiosos as much as it did, at least based on the phisical situation they were put in. They could have easily overpowered their intruder.

Instead, they trembled in fear towards the man before them. One of the three strongly apologized and they ran out without any trace.

This left the miss baffled in her seat.  She looked at the dark haired man in front of her with shock on her face. She couldn't understand anything of what just happened. There wasn't any logical explanation as to why his words alone were enough to get rid of the troublemakers.

What is it about him? There was something unseen about him that captivated the female next to the window. She really wanted to get an answear for the very flabergasting scene she just witnesed. She didn't take her eyes of the man of her interese until she heard a painful groan from the same direction. It was Francesco who could barely get up. Still he mustered enough strenght to get out of there without any word. Not even a thank you to his saviour, who by now sat himself at a table in the corner as if nothing happened a few moments ago.

Some waiters already cleaned up as much as possible. The foreign woman took a deep breath and turned her head over to the window trying to comprehend what just happened. She didn't get to do so unfortunatley because the waiter was already coming with her food. 

"Please forgive us miss for the disturbance. I'm surprised you haven't left because of it." he spoke leaving the plate of fresh pasta in front of her.

"No...it's fine" she responded with a soft voice. "I have to admit it was quite confusing at the end... Do you know the man who just came?" she asked looking towards the man in question.

"Well yes, I do. He's name is Bruno Bucciarati, but I don't think I can say more than that... All you need to know it that he is a good person. Everyone respects him and he is a friend of Libeccio" the waiter responded in a hurry. He smiled at the lady and went away to attend the man named Bruno.

She could't look again towards him, altough she felt a bit at ease now that she knew his name. Bruno Bucciarati, huh? What an interesting character...

She hungrily devored the pasta she had (of course as lady-like as possible). She was happy after all she chose to come eat at that time. She didn't think she would have have been able to reach her destination withour the amazing food she just had. 

She moaned lightly as she took the last bite. She felt happy and fullfiled. She leaned back in her chair and hummed a nice tune as a sign of contentment. Then she looked around for the waiter. The moment she saw him he was already bringing the bill. The lady thanked him, put the money down (leaving a quite decent tip) and got up.

She put her straw hat back on, took her luggage and walked towards the door.

Without thinking, she turned her head towards Bruno's table. Her eyes went suddenly wide as she saw him looking intensly at her, as if he was trying to look into her soul. Bruno gave her a small smile when he saw her looking back. She didn't respond to his action, instead she blushed drastically and got out of there as fast as possible. 

The air outside suddenly felt chillier than before which was helpful for her heated face. The heart in her chest was beating increasingly fast. She scolded herself for acting like such a kid because of no reasone. Taking a big breath, she moved with big steps towards her original destination with the same man stuck in her head the entire time.

Green eyes met with the view of a beautiful and big villa right with the sea very close by. She groaned, already feeling the amount of exaution she accumulated during the day.  She slowly climbed the stairs towards the entrance. There she was greeted by a happy looking women. She had a yellow summer dress on with her hair all braided up. By the lines on her face she looked in her late 30s, early 40.

"Welcome to Villa Lavinia! You must be the romanian tourist. Lucia, right? she spoke in a very happy and lovely voice with a big smile on her face as she already took the young girl's luggage.

"No, no I'm Laura. Laura Lupu. It's a pleasure, signora...?"

"Cassiana, but please just call me Cassi. Come in then, Laura! Sorry, I'm better with faces than with names.  You must be tired. I'll have my husband take your things up to your room. There we left the keys to the house as well. We'll be leaving tomorrow morning."

Laura just nodded her head and followed Cassi inside the house. She greeted her husband as well, which showed Laura to her room. Left alone, she took her sandals of and fell tired on the bed. 

She tried to think a bit about her first day in the lovely italian city,  she even tried thinking about Bruno a bit. He was quite pretty after all, she couldn't lie. But then again, she probably won't see him again, there was no reason to work her brains for that. And so with that in mind, Laura closed her eyes and fell into a deep slumber, leaving her thoughts for another time.