Pietro had a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, as he always did when he caught the interest of a pretty girl. He had no idea who she was but for some reason, he was drawn deep into her eyes.
"So you admit that I am handsome?" he said, taking a flower and tucking it behind her ear and into her dark, glossy hair. "Beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman from a handsome man. What a lucky girl you are this morning, my petal."