"FLORENCE." She introduces herself to Harry who is having a hard time recognizing the face of the big curly brunette he's talking to right now. "You probably don't remember me but I was one of the models in your music video for 'Lights Up'."

He forms an 'o' shape with his lips when realization hit him. "Oh, yeah! Nice t'see ya again, yeah?"

He's now in Italy after three days, now waiting for his mother and sister to meet him in a restaurant he loves.

One of the waitresses come up to the woman who is called 'Florence' and gave her a paper bag.

"Grazie!" She thanks, Italian accent is obvious on her voice. She then looks back at him with adoring blue eyes which he notices.

"Ya in a hurry?" Harry asks her, knowing quite well that she wants to prolong the conversation with him. "Cause ya can sit and we can chat fo' a while."

"Aren't you with anyone?" She cautiously asks.

"M'still waitin' for 'em so I don't mind any company." He smiles politely and she nods. She pulls up a chair in front of him and sits. "Ya Italian?"

"Si." She nods her head eagerly. "But I received recommendations from friends that there was a hiring for dancers or models so I couldn't let a gig go. I just didn't know it was going to be your music video."

"I see." He nods and smirks in acknowledgement.

Well, no one really knows before they were hired but okay.

He refuses to say it out loud. "So ya do that fo' a livin', yeah?"

"Well, not regularly. I do have a job, that was just a part time. I'm all for extra income."

"Very hardworkin' lady." He compliments.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just to make ends meet, really." She shrugs.

He hides his smile from noticing her blush and continues. "So what s'your regular work?"

"I work as a choreographer in a theater place near the apartment where I live."

"That sound amazin'. What s'the name of the theater?"

"Insegnante di Musica teatrale."

"And ya do plays and such?"

"Si. Plays, skits, sketches, mostly musicals. Since the name of the theater in English is 'music teacher's theater', we also teach children who are avid theater fans." She says, matter-of-factly.

"That s'impressive." He smiles warmly. "And ya live on your own?"

"No. I have a housemate. I met her at work a year ago."

"She s'not with ya in the shoot?"

"No. She hates exposures. Also she says she's not fit for modelling. So she just works with me in the teatrale only."

He raises an eyebrow. "And d'ya agree?"

"Well, I consider myself her friend so I wouldn't say a thing, anyway..."

She dismisses, not liking the idea that she was having a conversation with Harry Styles and the topic isn't herself.

"You have a good taste, no doubt. This restaurants is one of the bests in Italy." She brags as she looks around the sophisticated interior of the Italian restaurant.

"I can tell, yeah..." He smirks and leans his back on his seat.

"I guess you're going to meet the one you're seeing, eh?" She strategically wonders which he figures out.

"M'meetin' me mum and sister."

He never saw a pair of eyebrows rose so quick. "So you're not seeing anyone?"

He smirks on how predictable the girl is. "M'not, actually. Still single and lookin'."

"Looking?"

"Yeah. I figure at me age, I should at least be one step closer in settlin'."

"I agree. So you want to be in a relationship again as soon as possible?" She stares at him intently that made him furrow his eyebrows.

"I mean, if it s'there. Why waste some time?" He adjusts his seat, now sitting on the edge of the chair and grabs his drink to sip.

"Good. Go on a date with me."

And the thought of him that she's predictable disappeared into thin air quickly. He almost spits on her but he knew it would ruin his outfit and also it would be rude to if he did it to her so he didn't. He wipes his mouth with his hands but she offers a table napkin. "Thanks but I beg your pardon?"

"Go on a date with me." She repeats. "You said 'why waste time?' so..."

"M'sorry but m'not sure---."

"Is there someone stopping you?" She gives him a suspicious look.

Vesper. Again, he wouldn't say that aloud. "N-no, there s'none, Flor---"

"Then it's a date. Tomorrow night. Here." She stands up and smooths her skirt and blouse before looking back at him. "See you."

She walks away from him but he speaks up. "Flor..."

She looks back to him with a timid smile, awaiting for his next words. Say no and you're not going. You're only here to bond with your family and nothing else. How about Ve---

"I don't wanna be impolite. A man should pick up 'is date." What?! After realizing what he said, he froze.

"So you want my number and address?"

She smirks slowly but she doesn't wait for his response for she had already borrowed a pen from the waitress and wrote her number and address on a piece of tissue. She puts it on his hand and gave the pen back.

"Looking forward for tonight." She winks and finally walks out from the restaurant.

He slumps back on his seat and stares at the tissue. One date wouldn't hurt. And he's free: single and not in a relationship, so why does it feel like he's cheating?

While Flor walks back to her work, she started to get used to guys and sometimes girls who look at her. A perfect hourglass body, she has? No doubt she would get attention. She attracts attention so much, she's addicted to it. But it's not like it's a bad thing for her. It did help her get a date tomorrow night. And not just any date, it's Harry Styles.

She immediately ran towards inside the theater and look for her friend/housemate. Luckily, she was easily to find. If she gets attention from males and females from her age, kids are fond of her friend, making her get more students but she doesn't mind since she prefers dancing instead of teaching.

The children notices her arrival and cheers. Flor greets them and gave them a genuine smile before getting her housemate alone, sending all the children some props to paint and some costumes to see.

"Is that my carbonara?" She asks as she gives her the hand bag.

"Il tuo preferito." Flor remarks. Well, not technically my favorite but sure, her friend thinks.

"You'll never guess what happened when I got you that pasta." She exhales as she sits making her friend scoffs.

"What?"

"I got a date for tomorrow night." She says with no enthusiasm at first but ended squealing afterwards.

"Che cosa? Domani notte?" She asks. "It's general cleaning tomorrow."

"Oh shit, you're right." Flor remembers then stands up again to approach her. "I can help you clean before I go out though."

She sighs in defeat. "Fine, whatever." I knew I was the only one cleaning anyway.

She squeals and engulfs her with her arms. "Thank you so much, Celeste! You have no idea how much I fucking love you."

"Yeah, yeah. Spare me your bullshit and take over my shift, okay?"