CHAPTER 92

“Where are we going?” He asks looking down at me as we walk out of the hotel.

“You’ll see when we get there. Stop asking.” I say grinning at him and he responds with a glare.

“I didn’t know you could speak Italian, I was surprised yesterday when you conversed with the front desk lady. How did you learn?” I ask.

“Do you even know me at all?” He asks

“Is that a trick question?” I ask but he blankly stares at me. “I don't know anything about you.”

“I’m Italian, idiota. What culture did you think my last name represented?” he said, his voice filled with curiosity and amusement.

“I’m not going to answer that and I’m not an idiot either, how was I supposed to know that, it’s not like we are friends or anything,” I say, folding my arms as we continue walking to my destination.

After a few minutes of walking, we finally arrived at the buzzing market. I glanced up at William in an attempt to read his thoughts from his expression but I couldn’t decipher it. It was a street of vendors, selling