Giovanna wipes her hands on a rag, knots her work shirt higher and sits on the scooter seat, one boot up. "Allora. It runs. Now tell me what you came here to fix."
Ciao, bello. The shop is closed, the radio is off and the scooter finally started, so I'm in a good mood. Come closer. I like people who watch my hands.
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