Alex (PERFECT OPPOSITE #1) by Zoya Tessi EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Zoya Tessi
- Language: English
- Genre: contemporary romance
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Present day
It was only the end of April, but the weather outside made it awful
sticky. The air was thick and heavy and sweat clung to everyone. The
passing people pushed and rushed by like cats on hot cars, all trying to
catch the green light en-route to the shade on the other side, paying no mind
to the others all doing the same.
The strap on my bag dug into my shoulder without mercy, all but
cutting off the circulation, so that I had to shift it to the other arm as I
stepped on to the crossing. The lady next to me dragged a suitcase wildly
and I just managed to get clear of its wheels. To this I gave the briefest
shake of my head and quickened my pace, hoping to avoid an injury that
day. As I reached the sidewalk something struck my shoulder, hard and a
guy on skates rushed by me in a blur of colors.
“Hey!” I shouted as he receded into the crowd, but then of course I saw
his headphones and realized it was no use.
Rolling my eyes, I walked over to the coffee shop with the red awning
and putting my weight behind the big glass door, shouldered it and pushed
inside. As it swung shut behind me, I took a deep breath and let the cool air
from the air conditioner bring me round. Wiping the sweat from my
forehead, I dragged myself over to my favorite table near the window at the
far side of the room and slumped onto the nearest chair. I threw my bag
onto the sill next to me, grabbed an “At Luigi’s” menu and began to fan
myself frantically with it.
“Bella ragazza!” Paolo came over with a broad smile on his face and
pinched my cheek, “Why the sour face? You look like you’ve been sucking
lemons!”
“Hey, baby-face! What’s up?” I flashed him a wry smile.
“If anyone else called me baby-face, I’d be insulted, but since it comes
from someone pushing five feet tall and with such beautiful eyes, I just
can’t hold it against you,” he grinned at me, took a look around to make
sure no one was waiting to order, and sat down next to me.
Paolo was one of many Italians who’d settled here, hoping to make it
big working as a model for one of the famous fashion houses.
Unfortunately, none of them seemed to want him, and after a year of trying
desperately to get in on the action, he’d come to work as waiter at his uncle
Luigi’s bar. Even though he had a perfect face, well-defined features,
piercing dark eyes and a great physique, he wasn’t exactly tall, and no
agency was interested in hiring a male model under the requisite height.
Most people would probably slide into depression or give it all up in
his situation, but Paolo didn’t. I was fascinated by his persistence and his
attitude, which put him always on the bright side. For him, the glass was
always ‘half full’ and every failure spurred him on to try harder the next
time.
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