Mr. Italy is avoiding eye contact. Heavy price to pay for looking away for a second. Mr. Italy is my version of Shanker Tucker, but with glasses. Smiles less. But when he does, I do.
How difficult is it to walk into the room and ask again, “How are you doing?”
The worst Mr. Italy would do is simply smile and wonder, “Why?”
Reason: I am intrigued by Italy.
Mas. Mas. I want Mas.