“…It’s different.” Celia answers; honestly not all that taken with the city. “My dog is much more taken with the city than I am, but I suppose there are worst places that we could live” Her phone chimes, and she taps at the message before settling it back into her pocket and extending her hand. “And I’m sorry for my appalling manners and not introducing myself sooner. Celia Romano; it’s nice to meet you”
Lottie laughs softly at the honest response. “There are definitely worst places,” she confirms before the other submissive is distracted by her phone for a moment. Reaching out a hand towards the others she nods, “Nice to meet you, I’m Charlotte Berdini, Lottie usually. Which year will you be going into at the university?”
“Well, good luck,” Daisy said sympathetically with a sigh. “I studied environmental science! It was the closest thing there was to learning about plants and flowers honestly.”
“If you wanted to learn about plants and flowers why did you bother with a degree? Why not just go and train as a florist or gardener?” Lottie asked with genuine interest.
“Yeah you can do that if you like,” Alessia replied with a shrug. “I’m sure he’ll just feed me whatever he’s running as the official reason for him sending that letter, and besides, I much prefer to find out about someone from them directly rather than taking someone else’s take on them. That way I can make up my own mind.”
“Is that so? Is this like a game of 20 questions or something because I only ever play that with a bottle of vodka.”
Edmund turned to face the young woman again, giving her an unamused look. “I can get my own drinks, thanks. What? Do you need to wave the bartender down for you again, or something?”
Lottie’s expression immediately soured, her offer thrown back in a very ungracious manner. “Are you expecting a gold star or something? And no, I am more than capable of attracting the bartender’s attention myself, I just think I’ll do it somewhere more hospitable.” With that she slid off the stool and grabbed her purse, heading for the exit and now in a foul mood.
“It can be but it can also be very frustrating.” She laughed a little bit then. “That’s really interesting. Pastry Arts is kind of like chemistry with all the different chemical reactions and worrying about crystallization and all that. I know not the same but…”
“There are some similarities certainly although in chemistry there is the understanding what causes the crystallisation and mixing it with other compounds to find ways to stop it or indeed make it erupt,” Lottie explained with a small laugh as she reached in her purse for some money.
“Did you also attend Summer classes?” Her tone is curious, as opposed to prying, gauging the level of her fellow students before giving a small motion with her hands. “….About a 14 hour drive, it’s in the same vicinity as Sicily. People tend to know that better than Ragusa”
Lottie gives the girl a curious look at the question before she shakes her head, “No summer classes, I was doing some travelling.” She almost says visiting relatives but now she is back in Verona she is very conscious that she had to be very careful about mentioning her parents. “How are you finding Verona then?” she asks at the response.
“Oh yes, then you need the energy and sugar to get through that. I remember nights like those when I would cram in everything before a practical test. What are you studying?”
“I imagine cramming is a lot more fun when you are studying pastry making though,” Lottie laughed. “I’m a chemistry major myself, just going into my third year.”
Nadia shook her head frantically, holding her hands up in defense. “I apologize for everyone else in my major. Please do not associate them with me. Their diva like qualities ruin my entire life regularly.” She laughed softly. “What do you want to do after graduation?”
Lottie laughed at the reaction, “I don’t know how you could stand it. I think I’d have wanted to just clock some of them on a regular basis!” She scrunched her nose at the question, “I’m not entirely sure. I’ll see where the wind blows.” Lottie knew exactly what she was going to do but a career as a counterfeiter wasn’t really one she would be vocal about.
“I was a theater major. Landed me a job as an actress so I guess I can’t trash it too much.” She moved forward as the line moved. “What are you studying?”
“Ah one of those divas,” she teased with a laugh. “I’m a chemistry major. I’m just going into my third year.”
Lottie's wild adventure 