I watched as a bolt of lightning struck the stormy sky from inside a warm, cozy restaurant. A small smile made it to my lips as I did, "Do you like the rain so much?" Mr.Camelli asked me, snapping my attention to him.
My smile widened, "I have always loved this kind of weather. The rain, the lightning, and the thunder" I answered, looking out from the window again, unconsciously wrapping both of my hands around the steaming bowl of noodles.
Intense green eyes watched me in interest, "That's a first" He muttered under his breath, loud enough for me to hear, "Usually women tend to get scared of thunder and lightning" He said when I looked up at him in question.
I chuckled at that, "You're right. Most do. My mother hates it as well" I said, nodding my head in agreement.
"You should start
