Luciano was walked down the hallway of the house he and Flavio shared. He had an irritated expression on his face and he was muttering something angrily. His brother then passed him in the hallway, though he had disregarded him. All he needed was for his brother to anger him further, so he had chosen to ignore him.
I look for a few certain qualities in men/women like they have to be warm and smell good and have a red sauce base and good tasting cheese and be topped with just the right amount of pineapple and oh wait that’s pizza
The tiny Italian tried to move his legs as fast as he could, to little avail. Running wasn’t always his strong points. Neither was looking while he tried to run. He bumped hard into somebody, falling onto his back and opening his eyes slowly, head tilting. “Who’re you…?”