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SHE ROLLED HER EYES, "I ALMOST FORGOT I'M THE ONLY ONE blessed with photographic memory. Thank you, Mel. I'll hang up now. Love you. I'll tell you if I liked it after I'm done. Send my kisses to Enrico and to Gulliver!" Melissa's older brother by a year.

"Don't starve yourself, Kiki. Love you. See you in a month!"

"See you, Mel!" As she hang up, she sat down on the empty at the furthermost left corner, near a wide and big glass window, and in a second a smiling waiter came to her.

It was a short curvy girl with ginger hair and dark blue eyes, whose name in the tag was Marisol Bautista, and she looked to be in her early twenties, "Good day, Miss. I'm Marisol, and I'll be your waiter. Here," she handed her the menu, "take your time to choose what you want and I'll note it down." She said while holding the iPad Pro and the iPen on her hands.

"Hi, Marisol," she has an Spanish name and a soft Spanish accent. "Are you from Spain?" Chiara tilted her head.

The girl blushed, "Yes, Miss. What have away?"

Chiara smiled and answered the girl in Spanish, "Tu nombre, y tu suave acento al hablar. Es bueno estar finalmente cerca de alguien que no es británico. No hay nada contra ellos, pero pueden ser un poco molestos. Por no hablar de que son todos tan altos, ¿no crees?" [Your name, and your soft accent when speaking. It's good to finally be around someone who isn't British. Nothing against them, but they can be kind of annoying. Not to mention that they are all so tall, don't you think?]

Oh? This is a first. And she speaks so well! Marisol beamed. "Are you also Spanish, Miss?" She asked in her mother language, feeling way more confident.

"Nah. Italian. Well, half Italian and half British, though I only came to the UK some months ago. But it's a secret, I'm pretending to be purely British, to avoid some annoyances from people related to my father!" She winked making a sign for her to keep it a secret.

How exciting. "What's your name?"

"In my mom's family, is Chiara Di Matteo. On my father's side, is Rebecca Serena Armstrong," she whispered. "Where are you from exactly and when did you move from Spain, Marisol?"

"Madrid. I moved here almost 4 years ago, I'm in my fourth year of Architecture in the University of Birmingham. I got a full scholarship, so I came. It's a golden opportunity," she licked her lips. "You said your paternal last name's Armstrong. Do you mean the famous family? Khloe Armstrong's family? I'm a fan of her."

Oh? So she knows her. "Yes. She's my cousin. I'm her uncle's older daughter. Again, only they know of my origins, since everyone else believe my father stayed on the UK. So, keep it between us."

Her eyes widened, "The tech genius? Rufus Armstrong? Who owns Liverpool? You are his daughter?" She asked under her breath.

Chiara winked at her, "Precisely."

"Dear God, I'm sorry for your loss, Rebecca. I've heard that he and his wife passed away with his two youngest children, leaving his firstborn under his brother wing. Everyone in the city, who knows them, talked about it!"

She tensed up for a second, "Thank you, Marisol. It's been a tough time, but I'm doing my best to stand up. In all honesty, this is the first day I go out of my uncle's house since I came here."

"Will you think I'm inconsiderate if I ask for a picture and for two favors?" The girl curled her toes, trying to grab the golden chance that fell in front of her.

Ah, humans. They are all the same, aren't they? "I'm a mess, you sure you want to take a picture with me?" She's lucky I'm in a good mood, or I wouldn't accept her behavior. But well, she could also use my name against me. I'm to blame for that.

Marisol came closer and put down the iPad over the table, and her hands were slightly sweaty as she got her phone from her back pocket. "Not at all. Do you have any angle you prefer when taking photos?" She asked carefully as she opened the front camera.

"Not at all. Any angle is good," because I'm that gorgeous.

What a confidence. I love it. "Then I'll get closer to you."

That fact that she warned her before approaching gave her some points with Chiara, who tilted her head slightly and smiled softly to the camera which deepened her cheek dimples even more. After two clicks, she got back to her calm pace. "Now, the favors, and then I'll order my meal."

To think she would be so amazing even though I may be overstepping a bit. "I really want to go with my boyfriend to the Champions League game between Liverpool and Juventus that will happen on October 6th in London, but there are only some vip seats available and they are extremely expensive."

Chiara raised her eyebrows in soft surprise. She made a reasonable and clever wish. In her position, I would ask for the same thing. "That is easy. I'll get two vip tickets for you. And the last wish?"

"Can you help me scouting a job at your family's architecture company? It's one of the ones under their conglomerate, right?"

She has my respect for knowing how to make a lemonade out of two lemons. "Better yet. If you move to London when you finish college, I can get you in one of the best Architecture firms I know." Mel would make good use of this ginger.

I'm in heaven. "Really?" Marisol switched back to English.

"Yes," Chiara said and took the iPad and the iPen, then she wrote down her number on it. "Contact me later and I'll get it all for you. Now," she held the menu, "I'm really hungry after cycling all over this city only with water. I ate nothing but a yogurt today."

I can't believe I got the number of such an important person. Heaven's above, she's Khloe Armstrong's cousin! And I can't even believe I got the tickets. Jesus, Gabriel will be overjoyed. "Than you should eat a lot. Anything in mind?"

She licked her lips, "Don't let me appearance fool you, I eat for ten people. My best friend recommended me her favorite too. So, hm, what's in the Holy Cow Burger?"

Marisol picked up the iPad and pen again. "Freshly baked brioche bun with tasty special burger sauce, 3x 8oz beef patties, 3x cheese slices, coleslaw, fried egg, 3x onion rings, gherkins, beef tomato and burger relish." It's the biggest burger in the house.

Sounds delicious. "I want that. What's on the Buffalo Grilled Chicken Wrap?"

"There is grilled chicken fillet, lettuce, tomatoes, red onion, and buffalo sauce," her friend sure has a good taste.

"Add it on. Now, what does the Crispy Bacon has?"

She really is going for a full mean. "Fries topped with crispy bacon, cheese sauce, melted mozzarella, and spring onion garnish."

"I want it. And add a Strawberry Kisses Messy Freakshake."

"Anything else?" Marisol looked from the notes to her.

"18pcs of chicken wings. 6pcs of chicken tenders, both with hot sauce. 7pcs of onion rings. What's on Pornstar Martini Cocktail?"

Wow. She drinks in daytime? I envy that. "It is made of vodka and prosecco with passion fruit puree and vanilla syrup." I take that she's old enough to drink already.

Delicious. "All of that, plus a cappuccino," she smiled in pure amusement as Marisol finished noting her order. "Oh, and a glass of cold water, please!"

A nod, "Anything you want, anything you need. I'll be back with your order when it's ready," and with that, Marisol left her alone.