Hello! Here I bring a fanfic that occurred to me during the holidays, so I get to post it now, I'm back from my vacation.

Note: Dates are relative to a time 13 years after the current series, so refer to that time as "Present."

14 years ago

"Pronounced "Bongiorno." Drag too the second syllable."

Bob brought his hand to the jaw of the woman, who looked stunned.

"Let me show."

When he tried to get her to talk with pursed lips, she spat in his face.

Bob wiped the spit from his cheek. He looked down, confused. Then, he heard a mischievous laugh. He didn't know who was producing it, but he thought the most beautiful laugh he had ever heard. When he raised his head, he saw a woman leaning against the wall, trying not to laugh.

"Oh, si, and ridere andare avanti, nessun problem. Sembra sicuramente molto divertente ... *" Bob said, in perfect Italian, and markedly sarcasm.

The woman approached him and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Being close to him, Bob could see it well. She was tall, dark and black hair. She wore a blue and gold earrings shaped hoop.

"You dont need to talk Italian. I understand English perfectly."

Bob was in shock, both by the fact that women speak jis native language and for her dazzling beauty.

She snapped her fingers, surprised at Bob's reacction lack. He blinked rapidly, regaining consciousness.

"Is not it a bit silly to try to teach to pronounce "Bongiorno" an Italian woman?"

Bob shrugged.

"Sorry, I thought it was pronounced the way I had been taught."

The woman smiled.

"And ... what's your name?"

"Robert Charles Elton Underdunk Terwilliger Jr." Seeing the surprised woman's face, he added: "But my friends just call me Bob. Or Robert, if you prefer"

"It sounds better in Italian. Can i call you Roberto?"

Bob put his finger to his mouth.

"I do not see why not. And your name is ..."

"Francesca. Francesca Vendetto."

They continued to talk a while, until it started to rain.

"Go, Do we take a coffee? We can stay in a bar until the rain subsides."

"Sure! I love coffe!"

"And ... What was your job before coming to Italy?"

Bob gulped. He realized that if I wanted to have a friend in Salsiccia would have to invent a new life, leaving behind everything else.

"I, er ... I was ... actor." Yes, actor. That jibe pretty well with his personality. "I was in a children's program called "The Krusty Show."

"Why did you come here?"

"Well, when the program was canceled, Krusty told me to take a vacation. I came to Tuscany cause when I was a child had been here."

"I like you. You look like a lovely man. Are you married?"

"No. Although I would. I've been through worse than my comical appearance seems. But enough about me. How about you?"

"Well, I've come to live Salsiccia from Palermo, to get away from family matters."

"Oh, I know what that is. I have an uncle with Alzheimer's, and that given to trauma suffered during the Second World War, sees Nazis everywhere." **

Francesca smiled. But somehow, Bob knew that smile meant more than mere affection.

* Oh, go ahead, laugh, then you'll find it very funny.

**This is an OC of my own named Manfred Underdunk, brother of Judith (Bob's mother).

Ok, I know it can be a bit short, but it is only a small introduction, showing Bob and Fran's first meeting.
Reviews, please! :)