Today was a day like any other. Just you, your boyfriend and his rainbow of language. Nothing could be better and nothing could make you feel the same. You were fresh out of college and a writer, your boyfriend was your college sweetheart. He had a business degree but worked part-time at a pizza joint in town. Just the average day in Southern Italy you guess.
Looking up from your yellow thick and wide notebook, you looked over to Lovino who was rummaging through the freezer. He turned to you with that scowl that you somehow grew to love.
“Ragazza…we’re out of gelato.” He complained as he came over to you. He sat next to you on the soft white love seat. You rolled your eyes and he pretended to sigh and lay his head on your lap. Giggling you brushed some of his auburn hair out of his face.
“And?” you asked playfully as he furrowed his eyebrows.
“And it’s hot out. And I want some damn it! So let’s go get some.” He decided loudly as he sat up from the couch and went over to grab his keys and wallet. Knowing that once he made up his mind there was no changing it, you got up and followed him not caring out your messy bun or the fact your gym shorts didn’t match your tank top what so ever.
The two of you went outside and went over to Lovino’s scooter. It wasn’t much but it got the two of you around town and to where ever you needed. Plus it was easy to drive and everyone complimented how cute the two of you looked riding it together.
Lovino put is keys in the lock and started it up and you put on your helmet. He did the same and off the two of you went to the gelato shop on Main Street. It was a smooth ride like always. You just loved riding down this place; Looking at all the beautiful buildings and fountains as you passed. Italy was a nice place to live, even better in the summer.
Finally the little yellow scooter stopped at a very familiar building. You took off your helmet as well as Lovino and stepped into the building. A light ping noise greeted you as well as the cool air inside the gelato shop. Lovino went passed you and looked into the glass case like a a child. His hands were pressed against it as well as his nose and cheeks.
You joined him by his side and looked in. everything looked great from the white chocolate to the pistachio. You looked to your right and saw him frowning again.
“The strawberry and blackberry are touching. That bothers me!” he said. You laughed a bit then got in serious mode.
“Let them touch, they don’t get to often because of their tragic forbidden love. Long ago, two Elder berries got into a fight, the tribe split in two; the strawberries against the blackberries. Now, new passions arise between the new generation - could this be the end of the feud or will it just fan the flames? Two flavors, both alike in sweetness in fair Verona, where we lay our scene from ancient cold break new freezer burn where civil juice makes civil fruits unclean.” You told him all dramatic. Romano looked at you and blinked a couple times after your rant to take everything you just said in.
“Did you just turn gelato…into Shakespeare?” He asked.