"I feel like you will ruin me one day, Angelica." His voice was hoarse.



His forehead came to rest against mine.



"But why do I want to be ruined so badly?" He breathed.

~~

He was lightning and thunder, frightening, but so magnificent.

I was a hurricane, lost and in search of purpose.

When we met it was like a collision of two catastrophes.

But who knew chaos could be so beautiful, so addicting.

And for a moment, he made me forget the destruction that is inevitable when two storms collide.

When Storms Collide

I quickly pulled it over my head and tied the strings at the back of my waist.

/"Come on kid. We better get started if we want to get some work done./" Antonio said as he led me inside.

I looked around in awe. The kitchen was huge. And there were at least twenty people working presently. They had a floor-length steel refrigerator and a large brick oven installed into one of the walls.

/"We have four tasting Menus./" Antonio turned to me. /"The first one is Specchi (Mirrors), which is the traditional Italian menu, the second is Sguardi (Looks) which is the chef's visualization of Italian food. The thirds we have Riflessi (Reflexes) in which we use ingredients that are supposed to sooth the senses and heighten flavor and then finally we have Giravolta (Turnaround) which is basically a combination of random dishes from the previous three menus./"

I eagerly took in every piece of information he gave me.

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