He truly was devastated. Ignazio had honestly thought Alicia was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. The moment he realized he was likely to never see her again, an uncomfortable feeling set in his stomach. He began to gather all the facts he knew about her. He knew she was going to Bologna which is where he was headed too… and he knew where her dorm was! She had told him when she was asking how far the residence houses are from the train station in Bologna. Now, he just had to devise a plan to see her again without it seeming like he was following her.
Alicia is a beautiful and naive girl, an unfortunate combination considering where she currently resides. She is dark, a mix of Jamaican and Polish, with spiraling hair that reaches mid-back. She has blue eyes, her most striking feature. Her full lips and slender body attracts the attention of many eyes, but she never notices because there was never a time when this wasn’t the case.
Alicia was accepted into a travel abroad program many weeks ago and now sat in an Italian train station, patiently waiting for her train to Bologna, where her semester long study would be taking place. The train was already a half hour late, but this didn’t bother her because she was chatting with a rather charming young Italian man, the only person she could find who spoke English.
His name was Ignazio. He was tall, and a little on the thicker side, but Alicia didn’t mind, she had a thing for chubby boys. He wore black jeans, a white V-neck shirt, and a leather jacket. Their conversation started when she had asked him whether she should walk from the train station to her dorm, or take a taxi. It quickly turned into a conversation about her, and how beautiful he thought she was.
"Italian guys", she thought to herself, "I should’ve seen this coming."
"We don’t see many girls here that look like you. Your hair, your eyes! They’re so unique and so different!"
All this talk about her was making her uncomfortable. He had been going on and on about her looks, and this wasn’t something that happened very often in America.
Ignazio couldn’t contain himself. He could see in her eyes that he was beginning to unnerve her, but he couldn’t help it. If there was ever a time he believed in love at first sight, it was now.
"Let me give you my phone number."
He reached over to get a pen and something to write on from his bag. He had to riffle through his things quite a bit to finally find what he was looking for. But, by the time he turned back to her, she was gone! She totally disappeared from sight.
It was at this moment he realized he hadn’t gotten her name.