Victoria woke up in the middle of the night with a great desire to drink some water. She thought that all the boys are sleeping, but she understood she got it wrong when she noticed the light burning in the kitchen. Somebody was awake.

When the girl entered the room she noticed Damiano, who was sitting at the table with something in his right hand, which Victoria thought was photo, and smoking pot with other hand. As soon as he noticed he was not alone anymore, he hurried up to hide the photo.

"What's going on ? Are you ok ?" Victoria asked, looking alarmingly at her friend. He was not good at all.

"Yeah, everything is ok. Why did you wake up ? Did you have a nightmare or what ?"

"No, no, nothing like that. Just wanted to drink some water," she took a glass from the top shelf and poured some water into it. "Now tell me the truth. You are not good. What had happened ?"

"Nothing," Damiano answered calmly, keeping his head down and not even looking at the girl in front of him.

"Stop lying. What was the photo you held in hand before I entered ?" Victoria drank the water and then sat near the guy. "You know you can tell me everything ?"

"I know."

"Then go on. It will make you feel better, I promise."

Damiano sighed but understood that Victoria was right. "Well, let me show you," he took out the photo he hid before and handed the photo to the girl. Victoria took it and her eyes widened when she recognized those girls on the photo.

"Aren't they the girls we talked with a few days ago ?" She asked him to make sure he did not confuse them with someone else. Damiano nodded in reply. "Wow. Did you fall for one of them ?"

"I don't know. But I can't stop myself from looking at her since the day I first saw her," the boy shrugged, continuing to smoke pot.

"Which one of them ?"

"The one with straight hair. Amilia." He said with a soft voice and leaned back on the chair.

"Alright, I got it. But tell me this: how did you get this photo and where from have you learned her name ?" Victoria still was in confision. She needed Damiano to tell everything her, but she also knew he won't do that if she don't ask.

"Well, that is actually very weird," the guy sighed. "Remember when we almost got caught while robbing because of me, when I broke a vase ?" Victoria nodded. "That was her house and I was in her room. That is when and how I first saw her."

"Oh my freaking god," the girl shook her head. "You fell for the girl whose house we robbed. Wow, that is something new."

"And I met her today," he decided to tell her the things happened in the park. "She was alone and I tried to talk to her."

"What did you say her ?"

"I said I wanted to be her friend," he shrugged and Victoria laughed. Seeing the girl laughing made Damiano laugh too.

"Really, Damiano ? Friends ?" She said with a smile. "That is the most stupid attempt to get closer with someone."

"I know," He laughed again. "But she said she will never be friends with me."

"What ?" Victoria frowned. "Why did she say that ?"

"She said our levels are too different. I'm just a street musician," Damiano's face became morose again.

"I can't believe she tell you that. She is just a bitch," Victoria was really getting angry. "I'm so sorry, Damiano."

"No, everything is ok. Or maybe will be. Or maybe I want to believe it will," he sighed.

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"God damn, Amilia, where the hell are you again ?" Sofia shouted at the phone, when her friend finally answer the call.

"Girl, calm down, I just went to the shop while you were on gym. I'll be back in twenty minutes," Amilia answered, walking around in the shop.

"Why weren't you answering my calls ? I almost died in here !"

"My phone was on mute," she moved the phone away from her ear so as not to go deaf, as the friend on the other end of the phone did not stop yelling at her. "Let's talk when I return, bye."

"No, Amilia, wa-" and with that Amilia ended the call, not giving Sofia a chance to finish her sentence.

Tomorrow was Sofia's birthday and Amilia just wanted to buy her a gift, that's why she went out alone and didn't tell her anything. Right now she was in the jewerelly shop, trying to find something suitable for her best friend. She did not know what to give her, it seemed as if her fantasy was running out.

Amilia thought it would be fun to cook Sofia's birthday cake together, so before coming to the jewerelly shop she went to the grocery shop and bought some ingridients for it. The bags in her hands were a little heavy and it was a little difficult for her to walk with them, so she wanted to pick a gift as soon as possible and leave.

A few minutes later she finally found a suitable gift, bought it and then headed to Sofia's home. It was not that far so she decided not to take a taxi and instead of that walk on foot. The weather was fine and the streets wer lightened by the light bulbs, sho she thought why not. But she regretted that idea a few moments later, when her arms and legs started to hurt.

"Urgh, really hate this," she said to herself as she walked alone down the street. All of a sudden, a few groceries just rolled out of the bag, which made her stop and hiss with anger. "Damn it !"

"I think you need some help," there was a slightly familiar voice next to her, and she gasped, lifting her head and seeing the one who was standing in front of her. It was that guy at who she shouted yestetday.

"What are you doing here ? Are you stalking me ? Oh, I think you are really a maniac," she rolled her eyes, refusing his offer.

"Of course no ! What do I have to that for ? I was just passing by, then saw you and I thought you need some help." He smiled, trying to soften the girl opposite. But it didn't work.

"You thought it wrong. I don't need any help. Especially from you," Amilia placed everything back in bags, took them and quickly walked forward, leaving the guy behind.

"Oh, come on ! Why do you behave like that ? I just wanted to help you, nothing else," he followed her, still not giving up.

"I have already told you, I don't need your help !" Amilia felt pain in her arms and that made her groan.

"Well, it doesn't seem like that. Your bags are too heavy for you."

"Can you just shut up ? Or go other way ? Or at least go on the other side of the road, so I can neither see you nor hear !"

"Can you just stop being this childish and let me help you ? Suppress your pride for a couple of minutes, I know that your hands are already very tired," he reached Amilia and held out his hand, hoping that this time she would agree.

"Urgh, ok, just because you won't stay from me anyway,"she passed him her bags and he smiled. Finally he did it.

"So why are you alone ?" The guy asked, trying to start conversation.

"It's none of your business," Amilia snorted and turned the other way.

"Come on, being poor doesn't make me the world's worst person," He looked at her direction, but she didn't look back at him, "So what's your name ? I'm Damiano."

This time Amilia turned towards Damiano and stared at him. She couldn't help but admit that he was charismatic. Even more. But she still didn't like him, although she herself had no idea why it was so.

"Why do you want to know my name ? We are not going to meet anymore, so you don't need to know it."

"You can't know that," he smiled and shrugged. "Look at the how many times we have already met each other."

"It's just an accident."

"Maybe. But maybe not. Aren't you going to tell me your name ?"

"No."

"Please ?"

"Do you really wanna know my name that bad ?" Amilia looked at him in doubt.

"Yes, I do," he smiled again. There was something attractive in this smile, but this girl would never admit it.

"Why ? What is the reason of it ?" She really couldn't understand Damiano's desire to know her name.

"I don't know. I guess I'm just curious ?"

"Urgh, well, I'm Amilia."

"Wow. Beautiful name," it was his first victory, and he was really glad that he could get her to tell at least something.

"I know," she answered, looking at him, while he was looking at the bags in his hands. It was hard to admit but Amilia did enjoy looking at him, because he was really attractive. Maybe if he wasn't street musician she could be friends with him.

When they reached Sofia's home, Amilia turned to Damiano, took the bags without saying a word and walked towards the door. The boy just observed her and smiled, as always.

"Not at all, Amilia," he said loud, so she could hear that. The girl just rolled her eyes in reply.

"I didn't ask for your help, so I don't need to thank you for that, it was your offer," she shrugged, opening the door.

"Maybe we can be friends ?" He tried one more time, already knowing the answer.

"Don't make me repeat same things, I told you, no," and with that she walked in the house and closed the door.

Damiano just stood there and laughed at girl's behavior. He was really enjoying it.

a/n: soooo, i just wanted to ask you guys a question: who is your favorite character out of this book and why ?