Aaden
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Death will be my bride.
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Post by Aaden on Oct 17, 2009 13:46:08 GMT -5
It was vacation time for Aaden as he chose to stay in Rome for a week or two. As much as he enjoyed living on the Greek Islands, he yearned for some diverse culture. So, he closed his eyes and pointed his finger on a map of Europe. It just so happened to land on Rome.
He pushed the doors open to the restaurant, his free hand tugging onto his black jacket. He was soon greeted by a woman, asking if he would want to sit at the bar or not. He informed the woman that he would in his best - but very broken - Italian. The woman nodded and pointed in the direction of the bar. He muttered a thank you and headed toward the bar, taking a seat at the counter.
"I want your finest red wine, please." he informed the bartender, without even looking at the wine list.
The bartened nodded yes and almost scrambled to find the wine. Aaden's emerald green eyes watched him, almost bored with his surroundings. He took off his coat and set it on the seat beside him, his eyes wandering towards the small crowd of patrons eating their food, or just talking while waiting for their food or drinks. Sadly, he just couldn't quite understand the fluent Italian that he was hearing so frequently.
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