Venezia, il mio amore

Name: Celio "Enzo" Rommíere
Age: 19
Gender: Female but pretends to be a boy.
Role: Gondolier
Appearence:

Riley shook his head, stepping back. "Oh, yeah. Hot coffee on my shoe. I'm estatic."

(Well, take away some of the eye makeup and that's her...anyway, where can I come in?)

Luca: "I'm sorry. . .I've never been to Venezia before. So many cute girls here." I casually looked out the window. More people kept running to get out of the rain.

(You could escape the rain and go in the coffee shop?)

Well Mel you made this for me so its about time I join it.

Name: Efisio Auditore (didnt get this name from anywhere in particular I swear XD)
Age: 19
Profession: Gondolier
He has straight midlenght black hair that he keeps in a red pony tail. He has deep brown eyes and a beautiful singing voice.

Celio: I open up the doorway, soaking wet and huffing and puffing. The cigarette hanging out of my mouth is pretty jacked up now and I spit it out on the sidewalk before going in. "Three," I say as I walk up to the counter. The person nods and I start digging in the layers and layers if oversized wet clothing for money.

Riley looked around, shifting from one foot to the other, the hot coffee irritating him. "Didn't even notice," he muttered.

Luca: "Oh. . ." I muttered. I felt like a complete idiot standing there. "Uh. . .so who are you?" I asked, trying to keep a conversation going. Dead silence irritated me right now.

Efisio: So I was walking down the street in my traditional gondoliers outfit, the black and white shirt and the straw hat with the red tassels hanging off the rear end. I was on break for the day, oh a coffee shop. Hmm I walked inside.

Riley glanced at him, a small smile haunting his face. "Riley Fletcher. And you?"

Luca: "Luca Lombardi. I'm actually from Corleone."

Name: Lillian, or Lily
Age: 19
Gender: female
Role: Other (She's a lil' runaway!)
Appearence: Light brown hair, fair skin, sad-looking doe eyes.

Name: Tony
Age: 20
Gender: male
Role: Gondolier
Appearence: A slim, mysterious figure with piecy, dark brown hair that usually hangs in his eyes a bit. His voice is husky and course. Doesn't talk much.

Riley stuck out his hand. "I'm from America. Nice to meet you."

Celio: "Grazi," I murmur as I pick up the drinks and head over to my own table. I put my hood down as a guy I vaguely recognize as another gondolier walks in. Efisio, I think.

Luca: I shook his hand, "What's America like? I haven't been there yet."

Riley thought back to when he was thirteen...the last time he had been home. "Hotdogs, baseball, pollution, and beautiful nature pretty much sums it up."

Efisio: I nod in greeting to Celio then turn and sit at a table.

Luca: "Oh, well. In Italy we have pasta, soccer, cities, and some beautiful nature. Not to mention the mafia."

What's going on?

(Everybody is pretty much in the coffee shop by the Rialto Bridge)

Riley smirked. "Sounds nice."

Luca: "It can be if you know where to go."

Celio: I close my eyes and continue to down coffee after coffee cup, my ear buds blasting opera music somewhere in my hood. I sigh as I look out the window. While I love the rain, rainy dad mean no customers, and no customers means no pay an no interesting stories. Despite all the coffee, I start to yawn. It's just gonna be one of those days, I guess.

Riley nodded. "I know how that is," he muttered, looking out the window. "You know of any places to stay in this place?"

Luca: "I know a few places by the smaller canals. Fairly cheap, yet beautiful places to stay. I'll take you there once this damn rain clears up if you want?"