When Nico first traveled to Rome, Italy, he didn’t suspect he would shadow travel right into someone.
And yet, here he was, on the ground after ramming into a brown haired, green eyed man.
“What the hell! Watch where you’re going!” The man yelled in Italian.
“Sorry, sorry.” Nico replied, also in Italian and considered the man’s eyes for the first time. And a sense of Déjà vu washed over him because he recognised those eyes.
So, Nico stood up, held out his hand and said “Hello. My name is Nico di Angelo. I’m sorry, but have we met before?”