"UNBELIEVABLE!" Zoe exclaims too loud that made Vee shush her. They look around and bow their heads to apologize.

"What do you mean 'unbelievable'? I thought you wanted me to get out of that place?" Vee asks.

"It's unbelievable that you finally got rid of her, that's what I mean." Zoe answers, making Vee scoffs. "But you don't need those kind of people in your life. You have me. I'm loyal even though I mostly just ask you to take photos of me."

She chuckles but appreciates what she said while shaking her head.

When she arrives at work, she asks her boss immediately to be a full time worker for her which made Cosima glad. Vee's an asset, of course she won't say no but it doesn't mean it's not surprising. It's surprising to everyone because they knew that she also writes for others so rumors spread that she was fired from that other job she had. When Zoe heard about it, she went to her desk and immediately confronts her. Vee denies but she hesitates to believe at first (thinking that she might be too embarrassed to say the truth), that's why they're chatting up everything that had happened to her.

"Thank you for being a real friend." Vee sincerely says.

"It's not like it's hard." Zoe waves her hand to her. "So, where are you staying now?"

Oh, right. She told her everything, she just left the Harry part out of it. She shrugs and partially lies. "In a hotel."

Zoe was about to ask more questions but a guy knock on the already open door of their office. He lets himself in and asks if he was in the right place, "Buon giorno, è questo il club di Giulietta?"

"Sì, signor. Posso aiutarla?" Cosima steps in to entertain him, asking him how she could help her while Zoe sneaks back to her place so Vee could go back to work.

"Sì. Posso sapere chi ha scritto questo?" He asks who wrote the letter and hands her a pink paper. She accepts it and Cosima instantly recognizes its handwriting.

She furrows her eyebrows in worry when he looks up to him from the paper. "C'è un problema?"

"Voglio solo parlare in privato." He answers, sincere about what he said that he really just want to have a word of the person who wrote the letter.

Cosima nods but still in doubt while turning around to find her the owner of the handwriting. "Starr..."

Vee snaps her head up to her boss from what she's writing and stands up as a sign of respect.

Her boss raises her hand and gestures for her to come to her. "Vieni qui."

She obliges and stands beside her boss as she commands, making her meet a brunet with a pair of blue eyes in front of her. She looks away from his stare and to her boss instead.

"Starr, questo è il signore..." She drags while pointing to him, waiting for him to finish her sentence.

"Layton Moretti." He offers his hand to Cosima.

"Cosima Davis and this signora here..." After accepting his hand and shakes it, she shows her the letter. "Is the one who wrote this letter that you want to talk to."

His blue eyes brighten up when he heard that the writer is finally in front of him.

"Oh. Mi chiamo Starr de Luna signor." She offer her hand to him like he did to her boss but when he took it, he bends a little and brings her hand to his lips. He lightly kisses it without breaking eye contact that made her shocked.

"Bel nome come te." He compliments her name that's as beautiful as her. "You're not Italian, no?"

She shakes her head as she awkwardly pulls her hand out of his grip. He stands up fully once again and intertwines his hands on his back. "No. Is it that obvious?"

He smirks. "I take it from the accent. But I've lived two decades and five years in Italia and I haven't seen quite as beautiful as you."

This made both the ladies exchange uncomfortable looks to each other. Embarrassed to her boss to hear such flirty comment in her workplace and awkward to her employee to hear such advanced personal remarks that she shouldn't hear.

"So, you want to go out here? I want to treat you a drink or something..." He asks with full confidence.

"I can't go out during work hours." She reasons, hoping she gets out of this.

"It's alright, Starr. He did ask for permission from me already." Cosima interferes, losing her hope and thinking why did her boss gave her off to a total stranger.

He smirks, knowing she doesn't have a choice. " Don't worry, I won't bite unless you told me so."

That comment. It was said by someone else and she just chuckled at it but why did made her cringe when it came from him?

"Remember the letter you wrote this to, Elinor?" He asks, feeling that she's still hesitant. "She's my friends and we brought her here. It would be a great surprise for her if she meets you, the one who made her find herself again."

"Oh." She takes in the information and it might be a dangerous and stupid decision but she's now walking with him to the café where Elinor is.

Decision making is not her forté. It's been quite obvious from the turn of events and the situation she's currently in. But life is... Life. It's supposed to be adventurous, unpredictable and spontaneous, not the same, usual and boring one.

The walk was quiet, awfully painful silence. She didn't expect anything grand from two strangers walking to a café, of course. It was just different from before, two newly co-workers walking to a nearby park to stargaze. She didn't feel the usual comfortable silence she feels with H--- Why does everything reminds her of him?

They arrive at the café and she lets himself walk first to lead her the way where he said Elinor were. Finally, he walks up to a woman sitting on one of the lover seats with her long platinum blonde hair laid down all the way to her waist and wearing a black and yellow checkered tube top and skirt. Her back faces her as she stood from a distance from them. He rubs her shoulders and whispers in her ear.

Both of them looks back at her. She stands up from her seat and walks up to her, meeting her blue suburban eyes and her pink lip-gloss covered lips form a smile.

"Buongiorno. Sono Elinor Bianchi." She introduces herself.

"Buongiorno. Sono Starr de Luna. Also known as..." She leans a little and winks as she whispers. "Juliet."