WHO: Natalie Godfrey & Saint Antonio WHEN: Three months after she first met him. WHERE: Italy WHAT: Opposites doing that attracting thing.
Three months ago Natalie had manage to top all her life's work and deflower a saint on stormy night in Italy. It had never been the plan with Antonio but Natalie's life was a great unplanned thing, full of terrible twists she couldn't predict.
Equally unpredictable was the day she found herself sitting in a taxi that was heading to Antonio's house. She didn't have the excuse of being here on business this time. No, this time she'd bought a plane ticket and made the journey like her own pilgrimage. It had seemed like the only thing to do when she couldn't stop thinking about Antonio.
It was raining again and Natalie wondered if that was supposed to be some divine message about this whole thing, but she wasn't one to listen much to gods of any ilk.
She ran from taxi to his front door, banging on it and hoping he was actually home. She hadn't worked out any alternate plan for if he wasn't and she was left standing in the rain on his doorstep like this.