Broken Hearts On Boulevard Unirii novel Chapter 15

I paid the bill and we left the restaurant. Since the weather had turned cooler and it was raining, we ran to the cars and returned to the hotel.

As I walked past Sebastian in the lobby, he turned his head the other way and totally ignored me. I didn't mind at all. Even the girls ignored his existence. He shut himself in his room and realized that he was no longer part of our group.

In the evening, which was also our last night in the hotel, we decided to play Truth or Dare. We all sat in the improvised living room, drank the wine that Angelo provided and spun the empty bottle that was placed on the low glass table in the center.

The opening of the bottle faced Mirella.

"Truth or dare?" Claudio asked.

"Dare," Mirella replied.

"I dare you to take off your blouse," he said.

Mirella dutifully removed her blouse and sat in her bra without showing any signs of embarrassment.

The bottle was spun again, and this time it faced Simona.

"Truth or dare?" Claudio asked.

"Truth," she replied.

"What is the most embarrassing incident that ever happened to you with a customer?" he asked.

"I once had an incident with an Arab, who didn't understand any language other than Arabic, who wanted me to suck him. However he smelled horrible. I explained to him in sign language that he smelled and should first take a shower. He nodded as if he understood and went to the bathroom. I heard water running in the sink and I thought that he was washing his dick. When he came out and approached me, he still smelled the same, but I did notice thesmell of soap onhis hands; the idiot washed his hands and not his dick" Simona laughingly related.

"In the end, did you suck him?" we asked.

"It's a Romanian mic" Angelo corrected him. "It's made of pork mixed with spices, lots of garlic mixed with sodium bicarbonate to inflate it so that it stays nice and juicy," I explained.

Based upon the price that we paid for it, either the Gypsy steals the pigs or he collects dead animals from the side of the road. In Italy the most I could buy for this price was a small bottle of mineral water.

Our return flight from Bucharest to Florence was not scheduled to leave until ten at night, so we decided to split up and spend some time in Bucharest doing some shopping.

In the Piazza Unirii[ Unirii square - main square of Bucharest] there is a multi-story shopping center. It is always crowded with visitors and tourists, many of whom come there to pass the time wandering around the shops.

Across the street there is a small bakery that always has a long waiting line of customers. Ever since I discovered the place, I have felt compelled to go there every time I am in the area. They make the bestcovrigi, a Romanian bagel, which is baked on the premises. Through the large display window one see how they form the bagels, dip them in sesame seeds and place them in the oven to bake. If you buy a few of them, they tie them with a string threaded through the center.

I decided to go with Mirella first to visit the bagel bakery and then the shopping center.

"What would you like me to buy you as a gift "I asked her. She refused to tell me, but I could see in her eyes that she really wanted something. After much cajoling and telling her that it would be my greatest pleasure to buy her something, she agreed to tell me. We went into a store where she tried on a pair of real tight fitting jeans that showed off all her feminine curves. I bought her the pants for fifteen dollars. She was so happy that she jumped on me and gave me a true embrace of happiness.