John and I quickly managed to get a ride to the center of Caltagirone, where we would be able to reach the tourist attractions easier.

Along the car ride, we started an interesting conversation about our lives. This was a good thing, considering I was on vacation with a guy that still didn't know much on a personal level. He started off talking a little about his childhood, and quickly dove into his music interests. I loved hearing him speak about this - he truly was passionate for his music, and turns out we had more in common within our taste in music.

John paused his talking, giving me a questionable deep stare, and placed a hand on my lap.

–“So Irene, how has this past year been for you?”, he tilted his head a little while asking, –“are you actually studying photography?”–

I was quite flattered with the questions he'd made. Was I really that interesting to him? It took me a while to think of the right words to say to him.

–“Well, um- it's been fine, but practically all year has been back and forth between uni and work for me. I'm on my second year of studying photography, and if I work hard enough I could graduate by the end of the year.”– I was able to get out of me, half of my words were studdered. I guess I was a little afraid of making disappointed for some reason.

–“Thats wonderful, Irene”– John excitedly said as he grinned –“Lovely to know that I'm with an intelligent and beautiful woman. ”– he looked at me intensely and kissed my lips.

I returned, with a more agressive bite. Just then, we had arrived at our destination. We were really hungry; not just for ourselves this time, so we proceeded to locate a small, touristy restaurant.

I was stunned by the city. It was absolutely beautiful with its ruin-like buildings and stone roads. The views were amazing, itt truly felt like a fairytale. We reached a café and took a seat outside.

–“So, what are you planning on eating?”– John said as he struggled to understand the menu.

–“Well, I'm down for pizza,if you don't mind sharing”– I replyed back –“it would also be the easiest thing to get without questioning every dish for hours”– I slightly laughed.

–“Sure, let's get pizza. I don't mind sharing with you”– he chuckled with a smirk on his face, what a bastard he was. We had to get through one meal right?

–“Margherita, right?”– he asked before he ordered. I nodded.

While we waited for the food, the conversation from the car kept going. He told me about the many more tour dates The Power Station were having. It was gonna be another hectic month or two for him.

Then our food came, we were starving. I proceeded to take my slice with my hand, but John being a posh brit went in with fork and knife.

–“You're really going to eat it like that, John?”– I said while looking at him awe. Maybe I was the unmannered fool in the situation, but I was sure getting a laugh out of this.

–“I'm not American enough for that”– he laughed. He was so full of himself, but I loved that.

I decided to change the topic

–“So, I don't know if this is true.. but, I've heard that your real name is Nigel” – I paused for a second. His face was already contortioning, with one brow raised. I continued,

–“Can you confirmed if this is true? ”– I shyly said while I took a bite from my meal. I had to know if this was true or not, since the source after all was my sister.

–“Yes, that's my first name”– he sighed –“but don't call me that, I dont like it. There's a reason why I go by John”– he said seriously yet laughing at that last part.

–“It's not such a bad name, Nigel”– I smirked back at him. In reality, it was a bad name. What were his parents thinking?

–“You're gonna pay for that later, darling”– he replied with a deep look in his eyes. Not this again, I couldn't control myself more time with him

We kept goofing around in the table, enjoying the food and wine until we finished. While John took care of the bill, I took a trip to the restroom. Before reaching it, I noticed a stack of newspapers on a counter. I took a closer look; John was in the cover. I quickly grabbed one and rolled it up in my purse, I assumed it was free after all. I didn't even notice what it said, it was probably in Italian, but I was curious to see what it was about, being most likely a recent interview or news.

I came back to the table and John was waiting for me to go. We got up and kept adventuring the town. This was so magical. I was in Italy with the man of my dreams; it was a 'too good to be true' moment, but it was absolutely not a dream.

We visited a couple of the mosaic staircases, and caught more beautiful views of the city. When we reached the top of the ceramic steps, John faced me forward, grabbed my hips and pulled me in for a kiss. This was perfect.

–“I'm so glad you're here with me. I really do love you”– John lightly said. He was fulfilled with joy.

I almost let myself break down in tears, happy ones this time. I can't believe I'm making an impact on him.

–“I love you too John.. Nigel John Taylor”– I said as I hugged him as tightly as I could.

He brushed his hands through my hair and nuzzled my head. He was a little stunned by the sudden and perhaps aggressive hug. But I realised that I truly needed him in that point.

–“Oh love, how am I going to get you to stop calling me that?"– he said close to my ears, in low tones.

I shivered. That was irresistibly sexy. Every minute I was closer to relinquishing myself to him. He really was playing with me, he knew exactly what he was doing. Instead, I took his hand and ran to a plaza. Bet he wasn't expecting that. We sat down on a bench where we could see the sunset. Everything about the day had been marvelous.