Vincenzo's thumb ran over her fingers fondly as she spoke, a small smile on his face.
"Japanese, hm? I have a lot of respect for East Asians in general. Decency and community are important to them, and it's refreshing from the usual selfish individualism of the West. It's no wonder you're as sweet as you are." He nodded as she talked about her future plans. "Fukawa, huh? I've heard of the name. I'm from Italy's Fontanas. My family owns the biggest farms in Italy, and we're branching out to other businesses as a result."
Vincenzo moved a little closer, tilting her head up to look at him with a finger under her chin. His eyes were kind. "I hope we get along. People of our standing should be... ah, associating for the good of our businesses, no?"
Just then, the taxi finally parked. Vincenzo looked at the window and saw his house.
It wasn't a grand house, but it was clearly expensive, if rustic, stylish, and made from brick. The garden is covered in beautiful flowers and the color scheme of the building was very regal. It wasn't shady at all. It was as classy as he presented himself.
After the toll was paid, Vincenzo exited the taxi and offered his hand to Mochi, leading her to the front of his house. "Angel, please, come with me inside. I want to express my gratitude to you properly. How does dinner sound? I've been told I'm not a half-bad cook."
He opened the door and gestured for her to come inside. His house was finally decorated, with antique furniture and classy decor. "Make yourself at home."
"Japanese, hm? I have a lot of respect for East Asians in general. Decency and community are important to them, and it's refreshing from the usual selfish individualism of the West. It's no wonder you're as sweet as you are." He nodded as she talked about her future plans. "Fukawa, huh? I've heard of the name. I'm from Italy's Fontanas. My family owns the biggest farms in Italy, and we're branching out to other businesses as a result."
Vincenzo moved a little closer, tilting her head up to look at him with a finger under her chin. His eyes were kind. "I hope we get along. People of our standing should be... ah, associating for the good of our businesses, no?"
Just then, the taxi finally parked. Vincenzo looked at the window and saw his house.
It wasn't a grand house, but it was clearly expensive, if rustic, stylish, and made from brick. The garden is covered in beautiful flowers and the color scheme of the building was very regal. It wasn't shady at all. It was as classy as he presented himself.
After the toll was paid, Vincenzo exited the taxi and offered his hand to Mochi, leading her to the front of his house. "Angel, please, come with me inside. I want to express my gratitude to you properly. How does dinner sound? I've been told I'm not a half-bad cook."
He opened the door and gestured for her to come inside. His house was finally decorated, with antique furniture and classy decor. "Make yourself at home."