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Luca basked in the affable glow that Marcus gave off, in an effort to prevent him from suspecting something was awry. The brasilero was interested in the meal that his host had provided for him, his attention completely undivided on Marcus as he explained what the cuisine was. Even though Luca was part of the fashion industry, many people outside of his world expected that he was sophisticated and worldly despite the lack thereof.<br/>
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Luca's lack of finesse was glaringly obvious when he replied,<b>"I just eat pizza, never this kind of Italian food."</b><br/>
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Pizza was much more palatable than the packages of Top Ramen that had become a staple for Luca and his room mates at the model apartment. Luca thought that the food in front of him right now was quite an improvement over the crap he'd been eating back in the city. Considering the fact that he was always on the short side of being almost broke, there was no way he'd pass up a fine Italian dinner complete with wine. Putting the vintage to good use, after Luca took a few sips from his glass the lingering chill from being kept downstairs in the basement quickly faded. Luca was still ruminating over the odd word that Marcus used to describe the future renovation.<br/>
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<b>"So this reno..va-tion is like moving furniture. I do that in model apartment so new room mate moves in. We go from five guys to six. Very crowded."</b> Luca replied, the wine making him a little more chatty than normal.<br/>
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Luca was thrown for a loop when Marcus unexpectedly apologized. He also used a big word that he didn't understand the meaning of.  Whatever the word meant, it resulted in Marcus placing his arm around his shoulders to offer comfort. His hand left a warm caress upon his bicep, which Luca seemed to enjoy. Of course, he wondered if maybe whole thing was some kind of horrible mistake. Marcus seemed like a nice guy, until he wasn't. Maybe there was a misinterpretation between them when he explained the need to get back to his apartment. Surely by now, Luca's agent, Donovan Andrade, would have started blowing up his cell phone.<br/>
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Luca was late to a Lanvin go-see the first month he was in New York, and Donovan never let him forget it. He was probably still a little deaf in his right ear from all of the yelling, but never was late for a go-see again. Luca took a bite of the pasta once he was assured that there wasn't any more added cheese on his plate. The sauce wasn't creamy but was red tomatoes, basil and onions in it, so it had a spicy kick that Luca could appreciate. The pasta was cooked al dente, and Luca ate his dinner with a ravenous appetite.<br/>
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"This food is good, Marcus. What foods you like?"</b> he replied with a question, he felt was important to know.<br/>
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Marcus' comment didn't seem to faze him, because most men in his country didn't cook at home, the women did most of the cooking. He just assumed that it was the same thing for American men in.<br/>
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<b>"You not cook at all? I not learn cooking ever. My mother she always cook for brother and me."</b> Luca shrugged, figuring there wasn't anything abnormal about being cooking illiterate if Marcus was too.<br/>
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Luca ate his fill of the pasta, and stopped at two glasses of the wine because he didn't want the same thing happening to him as it had before, subsequently winding up in a remote cabin in the middle of nowhere. He was nudged as it was time to move upstairs, and enthusiastically trailed behind Marcus up the steps leading to the main floor. He didn't like the basement at all, and didn't want to spend the night shivering on the sofa down there.<br/>
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They didn't stay on the main floor to his surprise, but Luca remarked as they ascended a second set of stairs.<b> "It feel much better here than there. I was cold downstairs."</b><br/>
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Luca was led to a bedroom, which had more light in it as well. It was cozy as well as clean. Marcus stepped up behind him, pressing his hand against his spine as he showed him the closet to their room. It was a cue for him to smile, as Marcus mentioned the drawer was where he could find his pajamas and underwear.<br/>
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<b>"Oh Marcus, these look very comfortable for me to wear! Thank you, I like very much,"</b> Luca's words were sincere, as he touched the fabric with his hands.<br/>
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Couldn't go wrong with Hanes, but it was a far cry from what he usually wore. Luca shifted his gaze to the window for a moment, wondering how far of a fall he would have to take to get to the ground if he had to escape. His attention snapped back to Marcus as he stepped up beside him, to press his hand gently against the curve of his spine. Turning towards the closet, his was carefully observing everything especially for escape routes. He was actually surprised the room had a closet, and not a wardrobe as he was directed towards the now open door.<br/>
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"Wooow. More clothes? You spend fortune on me. How you know my size?"</b> he asked, the realization that this couldn't have been planned on the spur of the moment hitting him all at one time.<br/>
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He was slightly flustered when he was asked how he liked their bedroom, and had to answer.<b> "It very bright, it clean and warm. I feel cozy here."</b><br/>
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Luca shook off the feeling that his abduction was planned in advance, while forcing a smile to touch his lips. He took the time to touch things, from the clothes hanging neatly on the hangers in the closet down to the pristine, poofy comforter that had been fluffed up on the bed. Pressing upon the down coverlet with his palm, he tested the bed out by sitting on the edge and bouncing his bottom on it. It had a lot of bounce to it, even if the frame appeared a little antiquated.<br/>
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Luca seemed quite pleased with the bed, as he cast his gaze towards Marcus and replied, <b>"I love this room, the things here are very special. Won't you sit with me, </b><i>meu amado?" </i>Luca asked, in an inviting tone.</span></span>