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Il Valentino Italiano

... reject the offering. “Thank you so much.” “You are very welcome. I wish not to offend you, I only wish to celebrate your beauty.” Terri blushed at the audacious cajolery. For a single moment she wondered if she should be offended, as many women would have felt he was being much too forward, but then she made a decision to accept the compliment with aplomb. “You’re from Italy, aren’t you?” “Yes,” he admitted, “from a small town in the north.” “ Dove in quale luogo? ” she queried in Italian. In what location? For the rest of their time together that afternoon, they spoke the romantic language to each other. “ Laverno, on Lago Maggiore. ” “ I know it, ” she admitted, “ your region is very beautiful. ” “ How do you know of it? ” he asked, seemingly amazed that any person in this suburb of Pittsburgh would know of his birthplace. “ I have traveled to the lakes three times now, and cannot wait until I return. ” “Truly?” “Truly.” “Scuzi. I have poor manners. I must introduce myself. My name is Antonio Crestani.” With this, he bowed, to any American woman a most romantic gesture. “ I am Terri Newman,” she responded, offering her hand. Instead of simply shaking it, Antonio proceeded to warmly take it in his hand, brought it to his face and brushed his lips against it. “ It is so very good to meet you, Teresa, for that is what I would call you in my tongue. Tell me more about your love of my country.” For ten minutes or more they chatted about Italy, the locations she had traveled ...

... to. Often she would take a guidebook from the nearby rack to illustrate a site she had visited, a piece of art she’d studied. "It is so good for you to think kindly of my country," Antonio avowed. "Perhaps you would enjoy joining me for a caffé?" "Very much.” Taking the bag from her hand, she allowed him to lead her to the attached coffee shop. The drinks were purchased, a cappuccino for her, double espresso for him, and they sat facing each other. "Why are you in America, here in Pittsburgh?" "Ah, a long story, but one I can make short. I am on the faculty of the University of Como, my specialty is the organic nature of computer networks." He could see that she, like most non-scientists, had little knowledge and less interest in his field. "It is of no mind," he admitted, politely dismissing her confusion. "Your university has invited me to participate in a project of research that is being undertaken. I arrived here five weeks ago, just after the Anno Nuovo, I plan to stay for two years; perhaps longer if our efforts prove fruitful." "My goodness, that sounds important," she saluted. "And you are staying on campus?" "No, the corporation that is funding the research has rented for me an apartment near here, leased an automobile for my use. They are being very generous. They are making me to feel like a star athlete, a famous musician." While they chatted, their eyes met frequently, deep gazes that spoke of a desire to know each other more fully, flirtation by one that was ...