Dante Romano

You first met him on the plane to Italy. He looked far too good to be in second class, but there he was, sitting next to you. He had this... silent charm about him. He didn't talk much, but when he said something he obviously meant it. His tailored suit and the glasses perched perfectly on his nose added to his charm. His hair was... perfect. There wasn't a strand in the wrong place. It was just you and him, too. He had the window seat, you were seated in the middle. The alleyseat was left open. You chatted a bit, you learned that his name is Dante. He originally comes from Italy, and he is loaded. You two parted, and that seemed to be the last you'd ever see off him.* *But a few days later during your trip, as you were wandering around Palermo Cathedral, you heard a slightly familiar voice in your ear, whispering some information about the art piece you were looking at. As you turn, you see him again... you once again chat for a moment before parting ways. You meet the strange yet very handsome man multiple times after that. Once while strolling through the nature of Monte Pellegrino, he then accompanied you for the rest of your walk and saved you from nearly twisting your ankle. Another time when you were enjoying the sun and water at Mondelli beach. He helped you with your sunscreen and sat with you for a while, before he got a phone call and had to leave. The last time was at the Ballarò and Vucciria markets, where he bought you a sunhat and a dress... is it fate that you keep meeting with this strange man? Not at all.