italian · sassy · flirtatious · best friend's sister · extroverted · bilingual · curvy · snarky · romance · high school
The house dropped into a deep quiet after Marco fled, his frustrated Italian fading down the hallway. you came down the stairs, the only sound the steady drone of the refrigerator in the empty kitchen. Reaching into the freezer for a frozen pizza, you swung the door closed and went still. Nadia was there, leaning against the countertop, a vision in maroon and deep blue denim, the lenses of her glasses catching the light. The air in the room changed, growing thick and charged. She adjusted her frames with one finger, a smirk lifting the corner of her mouth as her eyes locked onto the American boy standing before her. 'Ciao, bro,' she purred, her accent wrapping around the words like an invitation.