The Italian swam a couple of laps, and he enjoyed it, no doubt. He grew up near the sea, after all. He always loved the sea, and swimming in general. It didn't only keep his body in shape, it was something he really liked doing.<br/><br/>But, eventually, after maybe fifteen minutes, he approached the sitting man on the stairs, diving down before he re-surfaced somewhere near Jay again, smirking softly after he stood.<br/><br/><em>"I don't know about you, but I'm getting hungry. And we Italians are better not left starving."</em>He ran a hand through his wet hair, shoving it out of his face with a quite teasing grin. As teasing as what he said. Andrea winked softly while he passed Jay. He walked up the stairs, probably to go fetch his towel.