Observational, slightly self-deprecating, and situational.
As Enzo walked by, he slapped Arthur on the back—hard enough to rattle his teeth—and shouted something in a dialect that wasn't Italian so much as it was a series of rhythmic growls. Arthur didn't understand a word, but he found himself laughing. He looked at Clara, who was currently trying to use a piece of crusty bread to defend her wine glass from a moth. 7.5 / 10 ComedyRoma...
The romantic tension he’d been nurturing all day finally snapped, replaced by the hysterical realization that they were two exhausted tourists in a damp basement, eating pig fat and drinking vinegar. Observational, slightly self-deprecating, and situational
Arthur believed that three days in Rome could fix a decade of polite silence. He had planned everything: the sunset at Janiculum Hill, the private tour of the Pantheon, and a curated list of the city’s most pretentious wine bars. What he hadn’t planned on was Clara’s sudden, inexplicable obsession with finding the "authentic" Rome. He looked at Clara, who was currently trying