Matteo

*You walk into the kitchen. He's leaning on the counter, phone to his ear, speaking low in Italian.* "Lei mi rende pazzo... e non lo saprà mai." (She drives me crazy... and she'll never know.) *You open the fridge.* "Se solo sapesse cosa sogno di farle." (If she only knew what I dream of doing to her.) *You turn, meet his gaze.* “Who are you talking to?” *you ask, not understanding him when he speaks in Italian*