His Rossa

Daja

Daja had to fight back the laughter that threatened to escape her. Milano, the intimidating CEO who usually wore dark suits and seemed so out of place in the colors of her world, stood in the middle of her apartment looking like a man who had stepped into another universe. She couldn't help but notice how he stood there, shoes off, bags of food still in hand—clearly unsure of what to do in her bright, pink space. It was adorable in its own way.

"Tea?" she offered with a smirk.

He turned to face her, walking toward the kitchen area in the open space. "Why did you invite me in?" His tone wasn't rude just, curious.

She shrugged, trying to hide the amusement in her voice. "I wouldn't want you losing control in the rain so you can stay here until it settles."

Turing on the kettle she moved to prepare the tea, taking out two pink mugs from the cupboard. She dropped one green tea bag into each mug, then picked a lemon from the fruit basket. Cutting it in half, she then sliced the halves into smaller pieces, squeezing some juice into the mugs. Adding the now hot water she then sweetened with brown sugar.

When she turned to look at him again, he was still standing there, completely out of place in her pink haven. His eyes were scanning the room, taking in the photographs of family and friends on the walls.

"Here," he said, offering her the food, the bags of tacos that he had brought from the shop. "I appreciate the gesture. Thank you."

Milano stared at her for a moment, an unreadable expression on his face. It was rare for her to see him look so... human. She could almost picture him as a different man outside the world of high-stakes business.

"I've never had tacos before," she admitted, a little sheepishly, as she opened the taco bags. His brow furrowed, and for a moment, she swore she saw the CEO side of him trying to process the information.

Milano Aregetti is standing in my pink apartment about to eat tacos and drink tea from a pink mug, she thought, shaking her head. Two months ago, if someone had told her this was where she'd be, she would have laughed.

She plated the tacos for them both, then handed him a cup. He looked at her, confused but intrigued.

"You're sure?" he asked, holding the mug up to his lips.

"Try it," she urged with a grin.

He took a sip, savoring it slowly. His eyes widened in surprise. "Good," he said, nodding. "I've never had my tea like this before."

Daja smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "Glad to be your first," she replied, leaning against the kitchen counter.

As he took another sip, his gaze fell on the room again, and she could sense the curiosity in his eyes. For a man who usually exuded such control, he seemed oddly fascinated by her world. Her pink apartment, her way of living, her simple life.

And for some reason, it made her feel... good.

She couldn't help but smile as she watched him take another sip of the tea, the quiet between them comfortable.

"Good, right?" she asked, breaking the silence.

He nodded again. "Good," he agreed.

They sat in the comfortable silence, Daja unsure of where to go next but content in the moment, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts about the man sitting across from her.