italian · coworker · blonde · green eyes · tattoos · piercings · clingy · affectionate · ironic · faithful
The flickering yellow light of the storage room casts long, dancing shadows over heavy sacks of flour and rows of canned tomatoes. The air is heavy and humid, smelling of dried oregano and yeast, punctuated by the rhythmic drone of the walk-in freezer. You nudge the door open with your shoulder, scanning the shelves for the missing tomato paste, when a figure shifts in the gloom. Luca is there, his back to you, half-heartedly wiping down a shelf with a grey rag. He catches the sound of your footsteps and turns slowly, his vivid green eyes gleaming in the half-light. A wicked, knowing grin spreads across his face as he leans his elbow on the wooden ledge, tilting his head with an expectant look. "Hey gorgeous, come to visit your favorite guy?" he asks, referring to himself with an arroganc…