Summary: While visiting the Trevi Fountain in Rome, Zig can’t take his eyes off MC (Lydia).
“Oh my god, it’s incredible!” Lydia exclaimed as they rounded the corner and the Trevi Fountain came into view.
“It looks like Vegas,” Zig joked. Lydia rolled her eyes and playfully hit him on the arm.
“This fountain is over 250 years old!” she said.
“I know, I know, I’m just teasing you,” he said, putting an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer as they drew closer to the rushing water. Zig glanced around at the other admirers of the fountain and watched several of them toss coins over their shoulders into their fountain. “How much money do you think is thrown in the fountain?” he asked.
“I read in the guidebook that over 3,000 Euros are thrown in every day,” Lydia replied as she examined the stone figures. “Apparently, it’s used to subsidize a supermarket for the needy.”
“Well,” Zig said as he dug into his pocket for a couple stray coins. “Should we do our part?”
He handed a coin to Lydia and they both turned their backs to the fountain.
“Remember, you have to use your right hand to throw the coin over your left shoulder,” Lydia said. Zig glanced over at her and watch Lydia close her eyes, concentrating on her wish. As he looked at her, he realized that he didn’t have much to wish for. He still had a very important ring and a very important to ask her, but aside from that … what else did he really need? Lydia tossed the coin over her shoulder but before she had a chance to open her eyes, Zig leaned over and kissed her. He felt her smile as she kissed him.
“What was that for?” she asked when they finally broke apart. A dozen different responses ran through his head, but he ultimately settled on the simplest one.
“I love you,” he said. Lydia grinned.
“I love you, too,” she said. She glanced down at his hand. “Hey, you haven’t made your wish yet.”
I wish for her wish to come true he thought, quickly tossing his coin over his shoulder before taking Lydia’s hand in his. “Can I buy you a glass of wine?” he asked, nodding towards a nearby restaurant.
“Sure.” They walked together, fingers intertwined. “You know, I also read that if you toss a coin in the Trevi Fountain, you’re destined to return to Rome someday.”
“Oh yeah?” Zig asked, leaning in to kiss her temple. “Well, then, it’s a date.”
“It’s a date,” she agreed.
