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Irene’s POV

“So you were that kind of teenager,” I said as I caught my breath after laughing so hard. He was looking at me silently with soft eyes the whole time I was laughing.

“Are you curious about my teenage years now?” He teased me.

“Umm,......maybe,” I tilted my head a little, my tone was funky. I heard a chuckle. It was deep. Uncontrolled. Free. I giggled too.

Gosh his eyes were glowing.

I grabbed a cowboy hat and put it on my head.

“How do I look?”

“I thought you were buying a gift for someone,” he said, adjusting the hat on my head.

“I am, that’s why I am asking you to tell me how it looks on me?” our hands touched as I tried to reach the edges of the hat.

“On you-it looks good,” he was looking directly into my eyes.

Suddenly, I was so shy of his gaze.

“Lo comprerò,” I turned to the shopkeeper.

I paid him, and we moved forward.

“Do you know where Raven is?” I asked as I took the first bite of the famous spicy Italian sandwich. It was hot.

“With his girl,” he sai