Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2016 1:14:13 GMT -5
Celso was not in a good place. He hadn’t been for a while. The girl who stole him away immediately dumped him, leaving him to stew in whatever the heck the name of this city was. He didn’t have a home. He didn’t have any friends. That horrible woman had taken everything. How was he supposed to get home now!? He didn’t have money and planes were expensive. He sat at a table in the library of the Academia, looking at a map helplessly and angrily. There it was. San Francisco. That was where he was, yes, he knew it when he saw it. Heavens, he was as far away from home as he possibly could get! Wretched girl. He refused to ask her to take him back. Refused to even talk to her. She was a freak. There had to be someone better who could help him here. He had to get home. And he made it a personal promise that he would not be fooled again.
He grabbed a sheet of paper he’d found in the trash that didn’t have much on it and a pen from the desk pen case and scribbled in Italian all of his brainstorming. What could he do to raise money to get home? There had to be something. He had nothing here, but the holidays were coming so places would be bringing on temporary staff, right? He’d start interviewing immediately. It might take a while to save up for the tickets to get home to Verona. Maybe two jobs. If he could handle it, three. Anything. He sat back and thought of his beautiful home. Okay, so it was just a little apartment, but it was his and he liked it. He didn’t need more. An apartment allowed him the financial freedom to travel, which he enjoyed. Or, it had. Now he was stuck here. He was fast on foot, but that didn’t help him in the water. Or… usually known as the Atlantic Ocean. He stretched out, tired from sleepless nights seeing as he had no bed, and he didn’t spare precious money on trivial things like coffee. Back to work.
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