As soon as Gioia turned her back to Rico and headed on her way after muttering "let's see how it gets", Rico stood still watching her strut ahead until all he could see was a faint silhouette of her form.
'After all its worth and the challenges of coming up with a beautiful lie under duress, all she could mutter was 'let's see how it gets?' no certainty? I mean, who the fuck does she think she is? She is just too much!' Rico blurted, but careful to have said it solely in his mind.
Turning around, he hiked along the road to his abode, taking care to whistle the absurdity of the confrontation with the girl—Gioia, just now.
In a few minutes, Rico had returned to his little hut when a presence stood by the verandah to usher him in. It was his housemate, Solomon—Christiano's cousin whom he was putting up with.
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