close by when he notices the despair, glancing over the Italian's shoulder. It doesn't take him long to piece it all together and he's soon leaning over the man, arms appearing either side of his head as_

fingers dance over the keyboard. In a short series of key combinations he has eveyrthing back up. He has deleted everything too many times to count now and forced himself to learn how to recover it. He pulls_

back with a grin. 'I wouldn't tell ya how I did it, but I'd have to kill ya.'

*would

stares at him. He doesn't know whether to kill him or not. He deleted it on purpose. He wasn't sure if he was happy to have his work back or not though... "Who the fuck are you?"

Grins, 'Just a med student.' He isn't quite aware of the animosity being directed at him, yet. 'Name's William...' He leans over to look at the screen. 'What ya working on?'

narrows his eyes slightly. Then again a med student...that may come in handy. "A book. Maybe."

Moves in closer to get a better look. 'A recipe book? What kinda food are you cooking?' He moves out of the man's personal bubble to take the computer chair next to him.

...suddenly realises that students are actually quite good business, so maybe... "Italian. I own a bistro a few blocks from here. You may come and try the food, I give discounts to the students." Well, he would

_now.

Raises an eyebrow at the phrasing,

Looking amused. His mouth quirks up at one side. 'I may come visit....? Was I not allowed to before?'

glares at him slightly. "Are you fucking making fun of my English? Just because I have not been in this country as long as you..." He's trying not to get worked up, but he's always had a bit of a temper.

Raises his hands in surrender, eyes widening. 'I-I only passed comment because your English seemed natural?' He looks genuinely sorry. He would never intentionally pick on someone for their English if it was_

Their second language. 'I was just teasing you, mate.'

settles down a little when the guy actually looks sorry. "Well...fine. You're still welcome at my bistro, I suppose..."

Smiles, 'That would be great. Are the recipes you're writing down ones you use in your restaurant?' He leans in to look, 'What's your best dish?'

glances at the screen. "Well...kind of. I'm writing the recipes down, but I'm trying not to give away my secrets. My best dish is probably...hm." All his dishes were pretty good. "Penne alla vodka, or linguine_

all'aragosta o all'astice..."

Only understood the Vodka part... 'The first one sounds right up my street.' He hums, considering the problem. 'Well, they can't expect you to give all your secrets away, so maybe you can dumb it down for the_

Average punter and retain your secrets?'

smiles at that. Of course most people heard vodka and stuck to that. "The second has lobster in it. For the book..." He frowns a little. "That's what I've been trying to do? But if I hold back my secrets, it_

_becomes a simple recipe, and very...bland, si?"

Looks like he might the second, when the man mentions lobster. 'Not really. It's better than the things most people could make, anyway?' He hums, 'the more complicated the recipe looks the more likey you're_

Going to alienate people.'

hums. "Si...so what I might think is bland, might not be for others." Which means he could omit most of his secrets, and still have it turn out well...to others, at least.

Grins, 'Yup. Don't make it too bland though. You have to give a little extra. Something other authors aren't offering, you know?'

tilts his head. "Well si...a few extra spices here and there won't hurt..."

Grins. 'That's the spirit. Maybe a few techniques as well, to make it a bit easier on them?'

him an amused look. "Si, maybe. Just a few..."

all smiles, 'I think I've earned myself a free starter, at the very least. Don'tcha think?'

rolls his eyes. "Is that why you've been so helpful? For free food?"

shakes his head, 'No. The attractive bloke in distress is what brought me over. The fact that you can cook is just a bonus.' He winks.

blushes at that, trying not to fluster. "O-oi..." Bloke sounds offensive to him...but the man had called him attractive. Men didn

*Didn't often hit on him, he didn't know how to take it.

Grins. 'Oi?' Romano didn't seem to be reacting too badly to his flirting, encouraging him.

scowls. "Shut up."

Laughs happily, 'Alright.'

huffs softly, unsure what to do now.