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(yes, i just did that. oh and also.. new face claim for aria)

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I quickly double tapped on the picture before grabbing William's hand in mine. I rested my head on him as we continued to walk. William sighed, "Why does Italy have to be so big? I mean-- you try to do one nice thing for your friends but it's impossible to find anyone here!" William whined.

I laughed a little, "This way, we don't have to get them a wedding gift or an engagement gift." I explained. William nodded, "Or birthday gifts this year." I laughed wildly, letting my head rest back on him.

"It is nice here, though." William commented. I nodded, "Yeah. It really is. I just hope we can find Aria's parents soon. I mean, this is seriously taking a long time."

"Someone's grumpy." William teased, "Shall we stop and get some food?" He suggested. I let out a relieved sigh, "Finally! Yes! Where to?"

"Here?"

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"We should make the most of this trip. I mean, we could be total tourists. We'll buy fanny packs, those really big hats, tan shorts and those shirts with the flowers on them. We could totally be that couple." William joked. I chuckled, "Sounds like a good plan." I spoke sarcastically.

William laughed, his eyes scanned the restaurant. I watched as William's jaw dropped, he sat there, staring into the crowd. I grabbed William's hand in mine, "Hey you, what's wrong?" I asked, speaking softly.

William turned to me, laughing, "Holy shit. That's them. That's Aria's dad. Right? That's him, Noora. It's gotta be." William pointed into the crowd.

"Holy shit!" I gasped, William looked over at me. The two of us laughed, high fiving. I leaned over the table and quickly pecked William's lips, "You are fucking amazing. Great idea to eat and great fucking job finding him. I knew we were dating for a reason."

William shook his head playfully at me. The two of us stood up and walked over to the table with the man we assumed to be Aria's father. We reached the table and he looked up at us, "May I help you?" He asked us.

I smiled, "Yeah, Are you Vittorio Abbascia?" The man slowly nodded, "Yeah, that's me." He spoke, sounding confused. I looked over at William, the two of us widely smiling. I looked back to Vittorio, holding out my hand.

"Hi, I'm Noora Sætre. This is William. We are from Oslo, Norway. And we know your daughter. Aria Esposito-- or as you know her, Aria Abbascia."