“My eyes are sort of greenish,” I say through a nervous laugh. “Am I that scary?” He looks at me and we both slow to a stop. A Vespa shoots past, swirling our hair in the wind. He doesn’t speak,… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“Do you want to be a professor too?” He shrugs. “Maybe one day. I’d like to travel more first though, work on dig sites in places like Greece or Central America. Ancient civilizations are buried everywhere. It’s, like, no matter… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“I’m Darren, and this is Nina,” he says to me when she stops next to him. Nina looks me over. “Hi.” Her tone is… — Kristin Rae Copy Share
“Pistachio?” Sure, this place doesn’t have as many options as Della Palma, but there are at least twenty, the rest of them all a… — Kristin Rae Copy Share
“Just the idea of seeing the ruins of Pompeii in person makes me ache deep inside. Then there’s Darren, no longer off limits. When… — Kristin Rae Copy Share
“You try this before?” he asks. I shake my head. I’ve had versions of it back home, but the sight and aroma of this… — Kristin Rae Copy Share
“I stare at his relaxed face, pale in the dim light. Nearly asleep, he looks vulnerable. Like I could tell him anything I wanted… — Kristin Rae Copy Share
“ Ciao, Bruno! ” someone calls from a boat puttering slowly into the marina. A hard line sets Bruno’s jaw for a split second… — Kristin Rae Copy Share
“ Benvenuta a la Via dell’Amore,” he says, poking a bright pink lock with Ashlee + Jake written on it in white paint. “What… — Kristin Rae Copy Share
“Do you want me to get your back for you?” Cringe. “No, I’m fine.” “Okay, then could you get mine? I don’t really want… — Kristin Rae Copy Share
“There’s nothing else inside the envelope. I turn the photo over and we read the note on the back written in small, careful handwriting.… — Kristin Rae Copy Share
“ Goals update: Don’t get arrested Don’t make a fool out of myself in public--FAILED Get my picture taken at the… — Kristin Rae Copy Share
“I think I may cool off in the water for a few minutes. Do you want to come?” He stands and brushes the sand… — Kristin Rae Copy Share
“I sit at an empty table after the lunch rush and turn to the last assignment in my journal. This one’s the worst yet.… — Kristin Rae Copy Share
“When I called and heard your voice mail greeting this morning, something inside me just clicked. I had to see you. Today.” He leans… — Kristin Rae Copy Share
“Our lips touch until the last possible moment when the doors of the train threaten to close at his stop in Manarola. “I’ll see… — Kristin Rae Copy Share
“That’s the journal on your chair, right?” he holds out a hand, demanding to see it. “Show me this list.” I grab it and… — Kristin Rae Copy Share
