Feliciano had spent all evening getting ready. Wearing a casual outfit ( nothing attracted the ladies like neatly pressed pants and a shirt) and making the finest dinner, he was ready when the doorbell rang. He was going to do this, he was going to woo her and he was going to be suave—
OH NO SHE’S GORGEOUS.
“Ciao Ms. China…! Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes!”