Gino Beauchesne

There’s not enough space anywhere. I was only going to point it out, not go. My feet hurt. I want new ones. If they can replace your face, they can replace your feet. 

Why would-- never mind. Point it out and I'll be on my way.

Gino, silence is my best friend. A name doesn’t take away the stranger, does it? Juliette, not in love and definitely not willing to die for someone in three days. 

She’s dead? Mine too, a lot of mum’s are. Alright, I know a nice shop around the corner that has some squeezed fresh daily.

She passed while giving birth to my sister...I'd rather not talk about it, though. I don't  just randomly go to places with strangers. At least tell me your name. 

I bet she was a nice lady. Do you want some OJ, carton not Simpson?

She was...

I never did say I wanted to see your charm, did I, space cadet? 

I'm Gino. I'd prefer it if you'd call me by the name my mother gave to me. 

You definitely should learn how. I’d say that I get along spiffingly on the kindness of strangers and charm.

Then you're shit out of luck getting that from me. You can try. Many have failed.

"Wow, you’re grumpy!"

More reserved. I don't even know you. I rarely hug those I even do care for.

Aren’t they sold pre-polished? Mamma mia, che cosa sta accadendo al mio nobile paese?

Ya, well, I have my own methods of cleaning. Rather I clean them than let someone else handle them. Roma è scopata.

"You can’t stand drunk girls? Challenge accepted! I’m aiming to be the first you like."

It is easy enough for me to find out for myself, but as you wish. I shall leave my cooing for when I find out more about the situation.

With your stature? Probably is. If you can waste time learning about my life, then, be my guest. 

"When I’m drunk I do."

I'd rather you not. I'm not the affectionate kind of person. I can't stand drunk girls.

How adorable.

I'm not going to get into my fucking personal business. It's not all that "adorable". 

And you let her join them?

I didn't let her do shit. While she was out making her own decisions I was fighting for  my country. We lost communication.

[Arina put the shot glass down and wiped her mouth.] He wants a Long Island Iced Tea— just trust me, they make them well here.

Gino eyes averted only once towards the brunette. He arched his brow and shrugged carelessly. "Whatever. Ya, that. I'll take that." He reached for the drink prepared for him and took a sip; realizing she was still staring at him. "Do you always give drink advice?"

The wrong people, how so?

Revelations. 

That they do. What was your fathers profession if I may be so bold as to ask?

Raising four sons and a disgrace of a fucking daughter whose faith is in the wrong people now.