Word Count: 257 WOOHOO.
When the man spoke, Sonja expected to be confused and to have to explain herself that she was not that great with English like she had everyone else so far. A frown formed on her lips at the thought but it did not last long, it was quickly inverted and her ears stood erect on her head. Her jaws parted as she gasped, her smile widening at this new discovery and he spoke again. Sonja nearly missed his second statement and she had to catch her excitement and put it away until she could answer. "Sì!" she said with emphasis. "È un luogo bello," she said with a flip of her tail, pulling the book out from beneath her arm and holding it to her chest instead. Her shoulders twisted to adjust the satchel so it did not put more weight on her back awkwardly.
"Sono nuovo a questo paese," she said and nodded. "Non ho incontrato qualunque altri italiani poiché sono stato qui," she said with an indirect way of asking if there were others. If she knew there were more Italians, it would make her feel all the more better. She might even have somewhere to go should her and her husband have to leave this area, should he veer decide to leave her (god forbid), or vice versa. She did not want to think of these sort of things and instead she plastered a smile on her face and anticipated the man's beautiful voice with a language that was a sound for sore ears.
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