Damon

They stopped and waited for the man to reach their side. He was tall and rather neat in his dress shirt and loafers. Scarlett easily spotted the Amercian blood running through his veins. The man had his eyes set on Charlotte and he showed her the wallet he was holding. The young woman searched her coat and gasped. “Oh my God...I must have dropped it in the club. How clumsy of me...Thanks.” He smiled politely, little wrinkles appearing at the corner of his eyes. There was no denying that he was attractive, just like every other man they saw ever since they landed in Italy. The water must be different around here, Scarlett thought. “You’re welcome...Uhm, I guess you had fun tonight. That’s why you didn’t even notice you lost your wallet.” “Yeah, probably.” Charlotte laughed, tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear. Scarlett felt like a third people between the two people that didn’t seem to care about anyone other than themselves. She wondered if that guy even noticed her presence. “