WHO: Natalie & Antonio WHEN: Backdated to September 3rd WHERE: Antonio's home, Padua, Italy WHAT: Blackouts and potential awkward yay! NOTES: Putting this up for us, Liz, but there's no hurry to get to it for you!
It was Natalie's last day off in Italy and she had planned to spend it seeing the sights of the city. Antonio had even agreed to take her out to show her the best things and avoid the tourist traps. (It was always best getting the tour from a local, and over the course of the week and a half that she'd been there, Natalie had grown fond of Antonio. There was something snarky about him that definitely appealed to her.)
But the weather had plans itself and when they woke up on Monday morning it was pouring with rain, so much so that by afternoon Antonio's front garden had turned into a small lake. So instead they stayed inside the house, watching movies, playing cards, telling stories and drinking wine.
In the evening there was a powercut and she helped Antonio light candles around the living room, still far too early to go to bed. "I guess that's our movie done," she said to the saint, reaching to refill her wine glass. "Now we're never going to know who planted the bomb."