Chapter 26 - You Will Have To Put A Bag Over That Personality (2)

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"Are you not Italian?"

Mario grinned. "Sorry, I meant to say amico." Even a blind man could tell how happy he was and I was happy for him too, but the fact that I had just broken up with Autumn today (well, yesterday since it was past midnight now) made my mood as dark as the sky above.

I took a sip of the hot milk and cursed myself as the hot liquid burned my tongue.

"Told you warm milk is better." As if to prove his point, Mario took a sip of his milk before setting the mug on the table then added, "and safer."

I gave him a murdering glare and he raised both hands like a white flag. "Was it her?"

I swallowed. "Yes."