Orlando spent his own sweet time in town, he strolled along the main streets window shopping with his cup of coffee in hand; technology boys his age call it 'Chick Checking'. Don't get me wrong, Orlando was a polite boy and respected everyone no matter of gender, race, appearance, social status, but he was also a young Italian male who spent too much time around a certain 'Bad Touch Trio'.
As he was about to take a sip from his coffee while taking a corner, a disturbing scene caught his eye; in the alleyway a young girl was being cornered up by a man. He watched for a second to see if he's just over reacting, but the moment the girl screamed as she was punched and fell unconscious, Orlando dropped his precious beverage and swallowed down what was in his mouth before kicking into action. The ambitious young boy ran down the cobbled alleyway shouting at the man, much to his surprise the mugger ran away without standing his ground; leaving Orlando by the unconscious girl's side. He crunched down and brushed a strand of (h/c) hair from your face, trying to awake you; this was futile, no matter how may times he attempted to shake you and say 'miss'. Now the young Italian had to make a decision; making him play straight into your trap.

...

Pretending to be unconscious is more difficult than one would think, you even considered to knock yourself out cold so you wouldn't need to be subjected to listening to all these pervy comments made by random men; oddly your target never said any of them. After about approximately 15 minutes of lying in a bed that you have no idea is at, other than expecting it is in your target's home, you began to 'awaken'; believing that no one would be in the same room as you.

Orlando: suddenly speaking
Welcome back to the living!

You were slightly startled that someone was in the room and sat up in the bed facing the cheery eyed Italian, that was occupying an armchair at the end of the room in a corner beside the window.

You: playing along with your charade
Umm, hey?

Orlando: resting his chin on his palm
Are you from (country your from)?

You: shocked
Y-yeah...

Orlando: sitting up straight
Thought so, you don't look like a local and your accent is rather obvious.

You: frowning
Well, are you Italian? Cause you speak English perfectly, without that stereotypical Italian accent.

Orlando: toothy grinning
Technically when I was learning to speak, I learnt a mixture of English and Italian together, so that's why I'm blowing your mind right now. P.S. Word to the wise, don't go down alleyways again like that, you got mugged pretty bad... You also owe me another coffee.

You: starting to get angry
Excuse me!?! I owe you jack! I was only taking orders!

Orlando: catching on
Orders, eh? What are you, a spy?

The room suddenly became thick as the boy's face was melting with a seriousness; you just blew your cover because you dropped your cool. You were warned that the boy was smart, but you weren't expecting him to have caught on this fast.

Orlando: bursting out into laughter
You should see your face! I'm only kidding, common tourist!

You: disgusted
Common tourist? How dear you!

Orlando: wiping off his smile
By 'common tourist' I just meant that your a tourist and a normal citizen, not a member of the FBI or the queen's Royal guards.

Orlando: sending an infectious smile
Hey I forgot my name, is it cool if I borrow your's?

You: raising an eyebrow at him
The names ____...

Orlando: over reacting
OH MY OLIVES! I just remembered people call me Orlando.
So ____, are you hungry?

Before you had the chance to answer he ripped off the blanket and practically dragged you out of the bed and down to the bottom half of the house; you were still baffled by the cheesy pickup line he used to learn your name.
The minute you both reached the open planned kitchen/ living room, someone came running out of a separate room that looked like a study; they were being chased by an individual you were taught before this mission was Orlando's dad, Romano, South Italy.

Antonio: jumping over the couch and trying to calm down Romano
Romano! No! Please just let me ex--
LOOK! THE CHICA IS UP!

The Spanish accented male was able to save himself from Romano, by noticing both you and Orlando watching the two in confusion. Romano scowled at the Spaniard one last time, before putting on a friendlier face to greet you with.

Romano: gesturing to take a seat
Hello a~I'm Romano a~Orlando's father a.

You: taking a seat
_____.

Antonio: racing over
I'm Antonio! Romano's amigo and Orlando's uncle... However I'm also one juicy Spanish tomato (wink)

You awkwardly nodded; well now you knew who was one of the men that were saying the pervy things while you were 'asleep'.
Romano glanced over at the flirty Spaniard and grinned his teeth at him, signalling him to back off; then two more Italians bursted in through the door with a sing song tune.

Feliciano: swing arms with Seborga while holding a basket of tomatoes
Ciao (hello) everyone!

Seborga: letting go of Feliciano and galloping over towards you
Hai risvegliato bellissimo angelo! (You've awoken beautiful angel)

You awkwardly smiled at the creepy Italian who was practically kissing your feet, a fake laugh dripping in uncomfort  slithered through your mouth. Feliciano, oddly didn't squeal over you like his younger brother and picked up on the senses of awkwardness and the need for space you were evaporating.

Feliciano: putting down the basket of tomatoes
Ragazza (girl) would you a~like for me a~to drop a~you off a~at your a~hotel a?

Your mission was finally back into the swing, time to finish the second half of part A.

You: laying your hand on your forehead
I-I think I was staying in a different town?

Seborga: tilting his head up at you
Think a?

You: rubbing your temple with tears pooling up
Come to think of it, I can't remember much!

Tears rolled down your checks and you began to sob in front of the men; even allowing Seborga to console you as you sat down on the ground with him. Looks like those acting classes from year 7 are still as sharp as ever.

Romano: looking at Orlando for a second
Well we a~have a~spare bedroom a~ so you can a~stay the night a~and tomorrow we a~start the search a~to find a~where you a~belong a.

You were about to thank him, but were cut off by Seborga.

Seborga: pulling you into a tight hug
No need a~Romano a! Bella can a~stay in my a~room with me a~tonight a!

Orlando: pulling you away from Seborga
Umm, properly not Seborga... I think ____ would like her own room tonight.
Hey! Can you ride horses?

You: glancing down at the depressed Italian who had you in his grip only moments ago
I'm not a professional equestrian, b--

Orlando: dragging you towards the front door
Perfetto! (Perfect)

The four men watched as Orlando dragged you out the door with a skip in his step, a smile on his face and a mysterious girl with so a claimed 'amnesia' being dragged behind him.

Antonio: smirking while leaning over the kitchen counter
Either history is repeating itself, God gifted Orlando with a new Noelia or it's a mix of both.

Feliciano: shrugging his head while glancing over at a picture displayed on the fireplace mantelpiece
I a~hope it's a~non a...

Seborga: looking at the same picture
We all a~know how it a~all ended a.

A photo of Orlando holding Abree with Noelia seated beside him and his mother all in the tomato fields had captured everyone's attention; does fate need to be so cruel to be kind?

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Well aren't you just a feisty little ball of life? <--- I need some to decipher this, I have no idea what it means XD

Thank you for reading!

~BlueTimeFly