As I turned around slowly, still dizzy from the on going commotion in my head, a set of piercing green eyes met mine. They belong to this sun kissed man, not much older than myself. Compared to the rest of the company I'd stumbled upon this evening, this young man still had all of his teeth, shaped into a shy smile. His hair wasn't straight, however it wasn't crisp like the leather jacket wearing, porcupine, wannabe surfers out there. The dark-brown in his voluminous curls came off with the bathroom lights, the swift curls irritating his forest eyes. Handsome, is a short interpretation of his looks. The strange young man standing in front of me in the narrow bathroom was gorgeous.

"How do you know my name?" I managed to say after a long pause.

The man's smile widened revealing more of his perfect teeth.

"You are Maya, no? My sister's friend." His English was broken, but not too broken to understand.

"Yes and you are?"

"I'm sorry I..." The young man straightened his back as he had failed to maintain his politeness in the matter of this bizarre situation. "I'm Francesco Bagnaia, brother of Francesca."

"Really?" I laughed, forgetting some of the bizzarnes of the situation as their matching names twisted my tongue.

"What's funny?" The young man caught on.

"Your parents named you Francesco and Francesca, are you twins or something?"

A peculiar frown was seen shaping his face. "No, my sister is older than me."

The seriousness in his voice made me regret laughing. "I'm sorry I....I don't understand, why are you in the bathroom with me?"

"You're asking me? You pushed me in just as I came outside the door."

"I did?" I gasp. I groan with the thought. Just then my headache returned with a throbbing sensation to the side of my head.

"Wow, wow." Francesco said, rushing to my side as I sank to the tile floor. A loud knock interrupted us. The shouting of a man: "Stop hogging the bathroom, my nutsack is about to burst!"

The headache had weakened my body to the point of bringing me to my knees. I felt Francesco pulling at my side and in one swift motion I was back on my feet, floating slightly as Francesco held a tight grip around my waist, relieving some of the weight from my body. Instantly the murmur of a full blown party returned when we left the bathroom.

"Finally." The man behind the door sighed, before pushing past us in order to relieve his bursting balls.

"Oh my god, Maya are you okay?"

"Francesca?" I groan, recognising her harmonizing voice. My head is bowed to the floor.

"She's okay." Francesco said, my weight on his side making him clench his lean muscles. "I just think she needs to rest." And indeed so. My last memory of the night was of me vomiting all over the living room floor, as well as Francesco's suede shoes, which caused a sudden stir in the room.

"The party is over, get out!" Francesca shouted, before helping her brother get me back to my bedroom.

******

I slept through the next morning, only showing signs of life around lunchtime, when Francesca was at my door. "Do you hate me?" She said.

I groaned my answer.

"I made you some more chicken soup."

"Go away!" I cried. Pulling the covers over my head. The smell of yesterday's vomit began suffocating.

"Oh come on, Pecco said it was tasty. It's his favorite."

"Pecco?" I stirred.

"My brother? Francesco."

"Your brother!" I gasped, immediately sitting up in bed.

"Yes my brother, don't you remember meeting him yesterday?"

I covered my face with my hands. "I completely humiliated myself in front of your brother last night."

"No you didn't." she said, joining me on my bed. "He thought you were sweet. At least until you vomited all over his favorite shoes.

I fell back against my pillows, a deep sigh leaving my mouth.

"Don't worry, you can have a do over today, a fresh start when you meet him." she said cheerfully.

"No." I said. "I don't want to meet him."

"Oh Maya come on, I said I was sorry."

"Actually you didn't." I said, sitting up to face her. "I've had enough of you and your band. If you're planning on bringing them here from now on you can forget it, because I want you out."

"Out of the apartment?" Francesca said with a look of worry.

"Out, as in out of my room." I point to the door. "And don't come back unless it is with a bowl of chicken soup."

"Deal, I promise, no more band members in the apartment."

She left the room after kissing me on the forehead. In the kitchen I could hear her preparing me a bowl of what turns out to be her brother's favorite chicken soup. Too bad I would never be able to face him again, or those green eyes.

I return to my nest underneath the covers, but not before removing all of my reeking clothes.