The trick

Hi, my name is Giovanna Flavio I'm Italian. My friends and my silly elder brother, Luca call me a pole cause I'm very tall, I'm eighteen feets tall and I'm quite chubby. I have an insane crush on a very famous Model, Luigi Stefano. When I first set my eyes on him I could feel my heart thumping fast as a rolling ceiling fan.

It was a rainy and dreary Tuesday afternoon when I pulled into the square of Covington to eat at this fancy restaurant. Upon entering this cute and cozy restaurant I noticed the atmosphere was relaxing and inviting. I was greeted by a nice hostess dressed impeccably in pink trousers and a blouse, I noticed there was abundant seating in assorted styles. There was a full-service bar, booths, high-top tables, and smaller longer tables for larger parties. There were flat screen televisions hanging on the wall above the bar and a large fireplace in the entry area. Light popular music was playing softly in the background.

I dabbed my lips with a soft napkin and dropped fifty five cents and five dollars on my table I had just finished having the meal I ordered. It was burritos and clamburgers. I pulled my luminous red handbag from the table, I was about swinging the handle on my shoulder and paused when I noticed Luigi striding in through the doors. I froze and was gawking at him.

I glanced at his crescent-of-moon eyebrows they were thin and narrow. He carried an imperious nose well and his angular cheekbones carved down towards a flinty jaw. Staring at his pair of eyes, they were as bright and spellbinding as lode stars, they can easily bewitch all those who fall under his steady gaze. They were a-sparkle with mirth and shone like two eternity-blue jewels enwrought in snow. He had Viking-gold hair.

My eyes darted down to his lips, they were as red as strawberries. I loved the way he glided in through the entrances with an athletic grace without skipping a beat. My lips curled into a smile I was drooling unconsciously.

A hostess greeted him with a pleasant smile, she offered him a handshake, he shook her hand his hand felt incredibly soft as butter and it was warm as a newly baked bread. I observed as she was ushering him to a seat in the middle row to be seated.

I noticed him approaching the seat and I was thinking of sitting with him on his table. But oh, what if he do not dine with strangers and he asks me to leave his table? I sure would feel bad but I really wished that we could talk. What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? I pondered and a silly idea floated into my mind I felt quite pleased that my idea might work and for us to also have some time alone together.

I ambled towards him and I moved unsteadily a bit pretending to be dizzy I noticed he was almost nearing his table I threw myself in the air towards him I fell on him and I was faking a moan. I rolled unsteadily, he noticed I was going to fall and he grabbed me by my waist in anxiety.

Few of the customers seated in the room turned and glanced at me acting restless and they were wondering if I am unwell.

Luigi touched my cheek and he stared at my face my eyes were firmly shut, "miss are you alright?"

"Help...," I muttered, "help me.." I faked a cough, "take me outta here."

Luigi panicked he swerved his face from mine and screamed, "Help! Someone call an ambulance this lady is dying she can't even breathe."

I giggled silently and I stared at his dazzling gold hair I wished to nuzzle it to feel its tenderness. A fragrance of the perfume in his shirt flowed into my nostrils it smelled like a mixture of bananas and papayas and I stretched my face closer to his elbow sniffing his shirt.

Luigi observed everyone in the room still seated calmly on their table and his face contorted with rage he screeched, "come on everyone do something! Someone is dying in my arms you gotta call an ambulance right now!"

An old man sprang to his feet and a blonde woman at a corner in the room rose to her feet tapping the screen of their phone feeling petrified.

I muttered, "hey..hey..."

Luigi turned facing me, "are you still having difficulty breathing? Please hold on."

"Take me..., " I faked a cough, "bring me to a hospital I don't think my lungs can hold it longer I can't breathe. I can't wait for the ambulance much longer, take me to the hospital with your car. Take me to your car." I said with a weak voice.

"Just hold on a bit longer miss the ambulance's gonna be here."

Luigi observed as I rolled my eyes into their sockets and threw my arm weakly in the air and i was faking a gasp. He panicked and he carried me in his arms scurrying out of the room as if being chased by a voracious hyena. I leaned my head comfortably on his chest and wrapped my hands on his neck.

He reached the parking lot. Several luminous cars were seated in the lot like an army he approached his car, it was a blue SUV. Luigi pulled the door to the front seat open and sat me in the seat, the seat felt fluffy as a fur. Luigi grasped the seatbelt and he stretched it on me he buckled the belt and he glanced at my face my eyes were shut and my lips were parted I was gasping.

Luigi sat in the car, he swerved the car from the parking lot and drove out through the gate. Luigi drove up the road in speedy acceleration as if he is having a car racing competition he drove past many cars in front of him the car's engine was emitting a boisterous whining sound.

The car windows were sealed and no breeze could penetrate in. I was being nuzzled by the cool subtle air oozing from the A/C in the car.

All of sudden, Luigi's SUV paused by the road side and it was moving slowly like a tortoise. Luigi sighed his face was puzzled, "what's going on?" He got reminded he failed to refill the fuel in his car yesterday. He felt jittery and shook his head dramatically, "this can't be happening right now."