Not Gonna get us..

he thought for a minute he couldn't tell her the truth she would hate him..he staye dlost in thought thinking if he should tell her or not

"I just don't want to get hurt... I know I had said I didn't want anything romantic to happen between us , but I'll start caring sooner or later"

He sighed, "I know I'm not gonna tell you everything now but I will eventually.." he muttered, "but don't worry about it, sleep you need rest.."

"I appreciate what you are doing " I whispered before my eyelids started closing by themselves.

He sighed and then pulled the blankets over them he kept his arm around her as she started to drift into sleep his mind wsa lost in thought

I fell asleep .

After a while he oo fell asleep

((Can we timeskip like a week?))

((yeah of course you wanna write it or I))

(( I'll write it ))

**A week later**

I walked hand in hand next to him . I came to a halt and asked him smiling "Why have you been so silent ? Tell me the truth , you didn't like my new hair style , did you ?" I ran a hand through my bobbed hairsyled hair . I also had dyed it black , so I wasn't easy to recognize.

"No, no I like it, its just gonna take a bit getting used to.."

"Did you prefer how I looked before?" I asked .

"I like it how it was before, but you had to change your hair and I will get used to it, don't worry.."

I smiled "What about you ? Won't you change your look ? Well, I can't picture you blonde , but I guess the point of this is looking different . Oh and it adds to the fact we have new names and we are supposedly married now "

"Blonde..no no way.." he chuckle lightly "But your right at some point I'm gonna have to go blonde..yeah everything must be knew names, clothing appearance...and being married just adds to the fact.." he smiled at her

I smiled back at him "Yeah , that's my point "

He smiled, "Lets get some lunch.."

"Mhm " I nodded smiling . "I'm starving"

"Alright.." he smiled and held her hand as they walked to the nearest cafe.

We made our way to a table when we got there.

He smiled and sat down across from her

I reached out for his hand , smiling . I turned my head to the side and caught sight of a familiar face.

He held her hand as he flipped through the small menu

I avoided making eye contact and slid on my sunglasses , not wanting to be recognized. Pietro had been a loyal worker of my dad , yet I had no idea what was he doing in Italy.