A warrior’s heart

Chapter Fifteen

Ariella had made her way through the streets when she felt like she had calmed down enough. She had walked along the Tiber river and watched the reflection of the rising sun on the water. She found a bench where she took a seat, closed her eyes, and took in a deep breath. Her mind was starting to clear when, "What's a beautiful woman like you doing out this early in the morning?"

She opens her eyes to look at who was speaking. She was met with an average looking, Italian man wearing what looked like expensive brand name clothes and watch. The man looked like he was desprately trying to show he's rich. "Minding my own business." She responds before turning her attention back to the water.

The man doesn't take the hint and sits next to her, she had to repress her gag reflex when the god awful stench of his cologne hit her nose, "You seem to be upset by something. I'm all ears."

"Good for you," She moves away from him, "I'm still not talking."

He chuckles and moves closer to her, "Sti