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Bruno looked back down at his watch.
4:18
Leone said to meet in the gardens at 4:00. Unlike him to be so late for a date. He checks his phone for what feels like the hundredth time since the ten minute mark passed. No new messages. No missed calls. Bruno shoves his phone back into his coat pocket.
And to top it all off, it’s cold. On paper Valentine’s Day in Paris seemed like a nice idea. Except in the winter it’s damp and grey and the moisture in the air makes it feel another five degrees colder. He just wishes his partner would text him that he was going to be late.
What if he got hurt?
Unlikely.
Leone is capable.
But still. Bruno takes his phone back out and finds Leone’s contact. He’s about to press the little green phone button to call him when a hand touches his arm from behind. He whips around only to be face to face with the man himself.
“Leone!”
Abbacchio kisses his cheek. “I’m sorry I’m late amore mio, got on the wrong line coming from the market.”
Bruno hugs him before pulling back to ask, “market? I thought you said you were dropping something off at the post office?”
“I did. I was. But I thought I would get you these,” he says as he pulls a rather large bouquet of white tulips from behind him to present them to Bruno.
“Oh! Leone, they're lovely!” He takes them and throws his arms over Abbacchio’s shoulders to kiss him.
“Happy Valentine’s Day il mio cuore,” Abbacchio says into the kiss.
“And happy Valentine’s Day to you la mia gioia.”