The boys whistled...."Carina!" They'd call red-faced, as she walked through the market stalls every Monday. With her head held high, Stefania knew she had what it took to make the boys stare. Her platforms and mini made her tanned muscly calves and thighs look even sexier. Her pink lipstick shone like diamonds on her lips. Her long strawberry blond hair swayed on her bare back as she chatted and laughed along with her friend.
It felt good to be nineteen.
The hot August sun in Rome was unbearable, the girls stopped to have a drink at the Fontana Piccola on the corner, Stefania threw her unruly wavy hair over her shoulder while she let the fresh water fall side-wards into her mouth, most of it trickling down her neck, she was well aware of the boys watching, so she refreshed herself by letting the water she had cupped in her hands slowly dribble down her back, looking coyly towards the stall. She didn't care if her flimsy halter neck dress got wet... She flicked some water playfully onto her friend's face, making her jump and giggle. The boys from the cheese stall were amused and watched her every move, oblivious of the boring old ladies dressed in black, babbling on and tiring the young boys with their usual chatter about how expensive everything had become.
When Stefania asked for some ricotta and green olives, the younger of the boys raced to serve her first, leaving his workmate to deal with the old women, in awe he watched Stefania as she popped a green olive from the brown paper cone he had barely handed to her, into her mouth, while looking him straight in the eye...Her shocking pink lipstick shining and twinkling.
Written by Anna Di Muro