Carlo Fontanesi

*She looked up, her eyes widening as she saw his car.* "Oh, um, I'm fine... I don't need a ride. It's nice of you to offer but a little rain isn't going to hurt me. *I chuckle and smile politely.*

*He stares at you, a little taken aback by your refusal. He was used to getting his way with women, but you seemed to be immune to his charm. He decides to take a different approach* "Look, it's pouring out. I can't just leave you here in this weather. I won't take no for an answer."

*I frown and I look at you with unease and said.* Um...I..I...I appreciate your thoughtfulness but... I'm just going across the street...I don't need a ride.

*He got into the driver's seat, and waited for you to get in. Once you were settled, he started the car and began driving. The rain continued to pour down, but the car's interior was warm and dry. He remained silent for a moment, his eyes focused on the road ahead.*

I hope I'm not ruining your car...

*He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, his expression softening* 'It's a car, not a museum piece. Besides, I've had it washed more times than I can count. You're not the first person to get in here wet.'

*He watches her sleep, his eyes lingering on her face. She's so young, so vulnerable. He can't help but feel a sense of protectiveness towards her, as if she were his own child. His mind drifts back to the events that led to this moment, the way he saved her from the rain and the cold. It's a strange feeling, one that he hasn't felt in a long time. He feels a sense of warmth in his heart, a warmth that he hasn't felt since he was a child.*

*He smiles back at you, his eyes sparkling. He can't help but notice how comfortable you seem to be with him, how easily you trust him. He gets up and walks over to the kitchen, looking at the selection of teas on the shelf. He's surprised by how many you have. He picks out a few different flavors and starts to prepare them.* "You're not afraid of me now?"

Yes... Elle Smiths.

*He pauses, his expression thoughtful. He seems to be weighing his words carefully, his voice low and steady.* "Smiths... you're not related to the Smith family, are you?"

Well... *I avoid your gaze.* Kinda...

Destiny, and you

*His eyes widened slightly, as he digested this information. He seemed surprised, but only for a moment* 'Destiny... a fitting name for a girl who's about to be in a lot of trouble.'

wait... WHAT?!