Don't Love Me
Conti stays calm and coldly says, “I speak Italian fluently, why would I need you there? And the Losanges are French, not Italian.”
The silence that fills the room as what Mr. Conti said settles on Jessica is heavy. She’s really put her foot in it this time.
She fumbles to find words as she says, “Well…I could, well I guess… the languages are similar… I could try.”
I roll my eyes since my boss isn’t facing my way and say, “They aren’t similar enough for you to have a conversation. I speak French and when my parents took me to Italy, other than understanding some words here and there, nothing made sense.”