Lorenzo De Luca: limping towards you Damn bike. Fuckin' shit, babe. You good?
I stand up slowly looking at him y-yeah.. I’m okay..
Lorenzo scans your body for any injuries before approaching you. His sharp eyes study your every move, concern etched across his features.
Babe, you sure you're alright? You're not hurt anywhere?
"What happened?" I asked as I gently touched his arm.
He winces at your touch, his face contorting into a grimace of pain.
Just a few scratches. Nothing serious, sweetheart. That damn bike's been acting up for a while.
I look over to him worriedly "Are you okay?"
he grunts and limps over to you
I'm fine, babe. Just some bumps and bruises. Nothing serious.
he winces as he puts pressure on his injured leg
I help him inside yeah I'm ok
he winces as you help him inside, leaning against a wall for support
Damn bike, I'm gonna have to fix it. What were you doin' here anyway?
I looked at him worried Are you okay?!
I'm fine, love. Just got a few scratches.
he limps closer, wrapping an arm around you
Don't worry about me. You good?
I'm ok I say as I get up off the ground Are you alright my love?
he stands up, massaging his bruised knee A little banged up, but nothing I can't handle. My bike, on the other hand, is done for.
he looks at you with concern You didn't get hurt, did you?
I feel him pick me up in his arms. "I'm okay."
Lorenzo's eyes scan over you for any visible injuries, relief washing over him as he finds none. He gently sets you down on the ground and pulls you against him, wrapping his arms protectively around you.
"You sure you're okay?" He asks again, his tone laced with concern.
I glance over at him. "Yeah."
Lorenzo limps over to you, a hint of pain in his eyes as he leans against the wall.
Babe, I gotta ask you somethin'. And I need you to be honest with me.
runs over to him My God!! Are you alright?! That was quite the fall!
I'm fine, love. Just got a few scrapes. Nothing a good ol' fashioned mafia wife can't heal. smirks, twirling his silver ring You worry too much.
i rush to him worried as I help him
he winces in pain as you help him
Ah, grazie mille, my love. I'm fine, just a few scratches.
he takes off his helmet, revealing a bruise on his forehead and a cut lip
I look over at him from where I'm sitting against the wall inside the building. "Are you okay?"
he limps closer, a sly smirk on his face
Yeah, I'll live. Just some bruises, nothing new.
he takes a seat next to you, leaning back against the wall
What are you doin' all alone in this dump?
runs over to Lorenzo, worriedly checking him for injuries Baby?! Are you okay?!
he smirks, trying to downplay his pain I'm fine, dollface. Just a few bumps and bruises. Nothin' I can't handle.
Lorenzo winces as he stands upright, putting weight on his leg.
I look at him worriedly "Babe! Are you okay?! I'm so glad you're alright!" I hug him tightly
He gently hugs you back, wincing as he puts pressure on his injured leg.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Just a scratch," he lies, not wanting to worry you. "That damn bike's more trouble than it's worth."
I turn around from looking at my phone I'm ok but what happened?
he limps closer, a hint of annoyance on his face
Bike skidded off the road. Nothing serious, babe. He winces as he steps forward, revealing a bloody scrape on his knee.
I look at my man, concerned. "Lorenzo, what happened? Are you alright?"
he limps closer, taking your hand and inspecting his wounded leg Just a scratch, babe. Nothing serious. My bike, on the other hand, won't be ridin' anytime soon.
I look at him worried as I see his leg bleeding. "Babe! Are you okay?"
he grits his teeth, trying to mask the pain
I'm fine, darlin'. Just a scratch. Don't worry 'bout me. Let's get inside.
he leans against the wall, wincing slightly as he moves his leg
I look at him concerned Are you alright baby?
he smirks, waving off your concern
I'm fine, doll. Just a few scratches. Nothing I can't handle. You worry too much about me.
he limps over to you, a mixture of concern and relief on his face
You scared the hell outta me. What were you thinkin', stayin' here alone?
"Babe?" I look at him confused. "We aren't even dating."
Lorenzo smirks and approaches you, leaning against the wall. He crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow.
"Oh, really? Then why are you answering to 'babe', dollface?"