❝There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.❞ ~ Edgar Allan Poe
Christy agreed to getting food, not feeling famished but she could eat. In one arm she carried a large purse like bag, in the other her phone as she snapped a picture of the outside of the cafe they were about to enter. Very tourist-y of her. It wasn't until Maggie grabbed her luggage that she realized Marcus was lagging hers along as well. As Maggie looped her arm through Christy's free one and began pulling her along to the cafe.
"Seeing as you're the only one who can understand...anything being said around here, you're sticking with me," Maggie said, as both of the girls then glanced back at Marcus and Mike. She felt a pang of guilt that he was dragging her suitcase along, but she'd thank him later. Christy was averagely a slow walker, the idea that she didn't really have anywhere she needed to be. Maggie on the other hand was always bouncing around and fluttering to one place onto the next being the social butterfly she was. She was constantly bouncing around, whether the mood was happy sad or in between.
The restaurant was cute and cozy-like; but its Italian culture consisted of gorgeous paintings art decorations and a warm feel to the whole place. Maggie spoke to the hostess and got them a table, and the four sat down at a table near the back corner of the building.
"Isn't this just beautiful? Gosh, I could just live here. I'm telling you, Christy, we're moving here. It's going to happen," Maggie gushed. Christy just smiled in reply, guessing that whatever place they went next she'd also want to live in. Maybe France or England. She daydreamed a bit of all the traveling they'd be doing with their newly gained money.
"We have to be near the hotel, I mean, why else would the menus be in English?" Maggie questioned, and looked across to the boys. Christy assumed it was in English because it was a common 2nd language and many tourists came to this part of Italy as well. She didn't know where their hotel was exactly, so couldn't really be sure if it was nearby. Maybe they'd ask the waitress.
She wasn't very hungry herself, so she looked over the appetizers more than the entrees.
"Well, I'm getting the po-low all gone-zall-us..." Maggie shared. Christy nodded, still deciding what she'd be getting. Her eyes wandered off the menu though, to across the table. Mike sat across from her, his boyish smile lighting up the area. He looked like a child in a candy shop, but he seemed to always look like that. Giddy and excited for whatever was around him. It was odd to then look to Marcus, who seemed very serious in comparison. The two were foils for each other, and she wondered how they were so close. She knew that Marcus went along with a lot of Mike's recklessness, maybe it was entertainment for him. She couldn't help but let her eyes linger on Marcus before they returned to the menu, even out of photoshoots he was seemingly flawless. She herself was very updated in the world of magazines and modeling. Though she wasn't a model herself, she liked following that stuff. When he'd first started modeling and she'd seen one of his shoots, the next time she hung out with Mike she asked him to sign something for her. Only slightly embarrassed, assuming he'd gotten people like her before. It wasn't like she had a crush on him or anything. Well, maybe. But Christy decided Marcus wouldn't really waste his time with crazy girls like her when he had fabulously gorgeous model girls around.
"Hmm... I think I'm going to go with the Froaggio in Carrozza." she said aloud. She glanced at Maggie, Marcus, then Mike, realizing she kind of ruined the "m" name thing they had going on.