I drove down the road at a high speed, not being able to drive fast enough.
Picking up speed with every passing second.
Forty miles per hour…
Fifty miles per hour…
Sixty miles per hour…
Seventy miles per hour…
Eighty miles per hour…
Ninety miles per hour…
My heart thumping against my chest with the anticipation of seeing her.
Coming face-to-face with her.
Hearing her sweet, honey voice for the first time ever.
Knowing it would leave me hypnotized.
Knowing I would keep going back for more.
I pulled up at the restaurant, and peered through the window.
She was sitting with Marcello at a table near the front, eating margherita pizza, forcing herself to immerse herself in conversation with him.
Her eyes were looking empty…
With a void.
As if she was trying her best to stop herself from crying.
This was enough for me.
I couldn't let this carry on anymore.
I needed to speak to her…
Lay our cards out on the table.
I stormed into the restaurant, making my way to the other side of the room, where the lavatories were.
Making sure that she saw me.
Whether she decided to get up and beckon to my call…
Would be a different fucking story.