Chapter 285. Happy and at Peace

CYNTHIA's P O V

‘‘Italian guys seem like they were made to be fucking perfect...’’ Stef said with a dreamy tone as she turned around to look at one of the many university students that walked past us.

My lips, which were painted with a very light layer of red lipstick, erupted in a short chuckle. ‘‘Guys? You mean, men…’’ I retaliated by shooting a glance at Jake secretly, before moving my attention to the Italian professor of literature that he was speaking with.

Stef rolled her jade eyes and shook her head in disapproval. ‘‘I said what I said. You know I’m not into oldies…’’

But Jake wasn’t that old!

‘‘Alright, kids… Before we proceed to the next museum, how about we get something to eat beforehand, like ice cream?’’ Mr. Benigni pretty much yelled, which caused some of the people walking by to give him some strange looks.

We all agreed in unison, expressing our elation at having the opportunity to try some authentic, artisanal ice cream at last.