The Diary of the Russo Sisters: Angelino Lombardi [Two]

Carmine Esposito nearly spite out his red wine when Mario made a comment about the hostess. She was, well, what was the correct terminology for a girl with a fake ass orange tan and platinum blond hair? Umpa Lumpa Barbie? Whatever the hell it was, the shit wasn’t cute. To some men, she could be attractive—maybe. Actually, she wasn’t even attractive she was just gross. He couldn’t even look at her without gagging. She was trying so hard to get his and his posses attention and it was annoying the shit out him. It made him want to cringe with disgust. He just wished she would stop gawking at them. It was creepy as hell.

He started laughing awkwardly. Why is she coming over here? Talk about stalker status, he thought. He wanted to laugh but composed himself when he saw the terrified expression in Romeo Lombardi’s green eyes. The hostess had her brown eyes fixed on him and he looked petrified.

“What’s your name?” She asked in a seductive voice overtly trying to be risqué to seduce Rome.

This bitch is trying way too hard to be sexy, the thought of her coming on to him made Carmine almost vomit in his mouth. Ewww, nasty ass hoe.

Romeo’s eyes got big and he ran his hands through his messy sex-styled black hair. He looked at Carmine with pleading eyes. What he wasn’t saying his eyes were. “Please fucking help me” was what they begged of him.

“You have customers.” Carmine said smoothly as he folded his arms across his chest and leaned back against his chair in a smooth and sophisticated manner. His gorgeous blue eye’s never leaving Romeo’s terrified ones.

An annoyed look appeared on the hostess’ ugly face and she stomped back over to her post. Thank God. She was so fucking ugly it made all of the boys want to purge. She was definitely not an East Coast chick. The West Coast was embedded on her exterior. An East Coast chick would not present herself in such a nasty manner! It was kind of sad actually.

“Thanks man.” Rome said as his dark hair fell into his eyes.

“Don’t thank me thank the two customers that just walked in.” Carmine said suavely with a boyish grin plastered on his pretty face. He reached for his glass of Opus One and slowly took a sip of the cool juicy red liquid. Romeo smiled and leaned back against his chair. He also picked up his glass of wine bringing the crystal container to his lips and draining the cup of its remaining contents.

“They’re cute.” Roman said suddenly.

“Who’s cute?” Mario and Adriano asked in unison.

“The two hotties that just walked in.” Roman repeated motioning towards the lobby entrance.

“Damn, they are cute.” Romeo said causing Carmine to look up towards the foyer of Da Nico’s.

Carmine’s eyes landed on two girls—identical twins to be exact. They were pretty, fifty million times more attractive than the ugly ass hostess that kept stalking them. The twin nearest to the door had reddish-brown hair that was pulled back into a low side ponytail and her bangs were swept to the left side of her face. She was wearing a pair of light denim shorts and a white and green stripped cotton cami. The green in her cami brought out her emerald green eyes making them pop—there was something about the twin’s eyes however, that reminded Carmine of someone but he could not put his finger on who that person was. She was really cute though. There was something about her that made Carmine want to just smile. She seemed really fun and bubbly and extra giddy. It was cute.

The twin closest to the hostess had long wavy blond hair that rested down her back and shoulders. Her bangs were swept to the right side of her face—indicating that she was left handed and her sister was right handed. She was wearing a pair of dark denim shorts and a light pink shirt that said, “save the drama for yo’ mama” on it. Like her twin, she was really cute, but there was something about her that made Carmine not want to piss her off. Her green eyes looked tired and her pretty face was stern with an unreadable expression. This girl was intimidating as hell to tell you the truth and Carmine didn’t want to be the one to rub her the wrong way or be the one to catch her when she was having a bad day. She’d probably kick his ass—the thought alone made him feel slightly uncomfortable. A chick had never made him feel this way before. It confused the hell out of him.

Carmine and the rest of his posse tore their gazes away from the cute twins. It was only a few seconds later that the hostess’ irritating ass voice reverberated through the walls of the restaurant. “How many?” The hostess asked the twins rudely. He detected a hint of jealousy in her tone and it made him smirk.

The ugly ass trick is popin’ of with attitude; not a smart move on her part, Carmine thought as a grin formed on his perfect sexy medium sized lips. He thought this entire situation was kind of funny.

“Excuse me, do you have a problem.” The blond snapped harshly and by the looks of things, she was ready to beat the hostess into the ground.

Good, the bitch deserves it.

“There’s about to be a girl fight.” Mario said smiling. He loved it when girls started dukin’ it out and shit. He found it hilarious. He loved it when people got in fights, hurt, or anything that revolved around pain as long as it didn’t involve him. Mario was kind of strange and saccadic in weird kind of way. Maybe it was the fact that he was a Porrello, all the Porrello’s were fucking insane and needed Jesus in their lives.

“The bitch is about to get served.” Adriano stated. Like Mario, he found it amusing as well, but not in a saccadic way. Adriano was just an idiot.

The hostess’ reply wasn’t a shock to the group of boys. It made them laugh really hard. “Yeah, I do actually. You’re not cute, so you need to stop acting like you are.” She said trying to act hard.

Please. The bitch is ganna get her ass kicked, Carmine thought as he rolled is pretty blues.

The blond laughed and an evil grin appeared on her face. She balled her hand into a tight fist. Carmine could tell that she was fighting back the urge to knock the trick out. It made him smile. Girls were too funny.

“Look, Hun, I’m sorry that those hotties over there ignored you when they walked in, but don’t be envious because their looking at me and my sister right now. We know that were hot and everything, but you don’t have to be jealous because some hotties are checking us out. I’m sorry that you got slapped with an ugly stick, but then again, if all bitches from Long Island look like you, then I’m glad I’m from Brooklyn. Oh, and since your standing their looking all crunchy and shit, why don’t you take us to our set since it’s your fucking job.” The blond snapped harshly. The look on the hostess’ face was priceless.

Carmine and his group of friends started laughing hysterically and could hardly control themselves. The look on the hostesses face was priceless. She looked like she was on the verge of crying but composed herself. She didn’t even say a word. She just grabbed two menus, stomped over to a booth, and didn’t even bother to hand the twins their dinner menus. Instead, she tossed them on the tabletop and stormed off. The brunette twin started laughing hysterically and couldn’t stop. The blond simply rolled her green eyes and slide into the booth. After composing herself, the brunette sat down and picked up her menu.



***

Dallas Russo stared intently at the photograph in her hands. Her green orbs studying the picture as if it were the last time she would ever see it. She took in the image of her father—perfectly positioned slicked back hair that almost looked black, but it was his eyes that caught her attention; deep set emerald green orbs that caused her to look up immediately at her twin. Her father’s eyes stared back at her through the reflection of her twins gaze. It never dawned on her that she and her sister had inherited his eyes; everyone had always said that Meridian and she looked like their mother. A longing built up in the pit of her stomach and it increased Dallas’ burning desire to find him.

“Dal…are you okay?” Meridian asked pulling her sister away from her thoughts.

She blinked, coming out of her trance. “Huh, oh yeah. I’m fine,” she said as she glanced back down at the picture and back up, “hey, do you think he has a myspace?”

Meridian raised an eyebrow and leaned back against the booth. “A myspace Dal?” She asked with a hint of amusement in her tone.

“Yeah, a myspace. Everyone has a myspace.” She said seriously, and boy was she serious.

A slight chuckle escaped Meridian’s lips and she folded her arms across her chest. “A myspace, are you serious? I doubt he has a myspace.”

“He has too, everyone and their mom has a myspace. Mr. Parker has one, I’ve seen it!”

Meridian couldn’t help it, she started busting up laughing. She couldn’t even picture nerdy ol’ Mr. Parker having a myspace. The dude was like forty-five years old, single, dressed like a total geek, and everyone and their Grandma knew he was still a virgin. He was fifty million times worse off than the guy in the Forty Year Old Virgin! Seriously, no joke, Mr. Parker was a total loser. A total loser who probably would never get laid.

“He has to have one; I’ll prove it to you.”

“Dal, I hate to break it to you, but you can’t search for someone on myspace unless you have their name.” Meridian pointed out.

“Oh…” Dallas said as realization finally hit her. You cannot find a strange man who has been inexistent for the last seventeen years; let alone a man whose name was unknown. They had a face, now all they needed was a name.

Dallas looked away from her twin’s intense stare. Like always, Meridian was right. She was always right when it came down to most situations. Common sense was one of Dallas’ many faults. Now don’t get things wrong, Dallas wasn’t stupid, she was a very intelligent being, she just didn’t think things through most of time. Meridian was the brains in many situations, but she too had her faults. She had major trust issues and she was also the hard ass out of the two. Dallas on the other hand was the softy, the one that always back down when there was a fight.

“Here you are ladies.” The waiter said as he sat their cherry cokes with chocolate ice cream down on the tabletop.

“Thank you.” Meridian said softly as she glanced at the waiter.

“You're welcome.” The waiter commented as he handed her a straw.

Meridian took a sip of her drink and eyed her sister. Dallas was still staring at the photo in her hands as if it were the last time she would ever see it again.

“Hey, I know that guy, that’s Angelino Lombardi,” the waiter said loudly as he pointed to the picture Dallas was holding, “Do you know him?” The waiter said excitedly.

Dallas’ head shot up quickly, “You know him?” she questioned.

“Yeah, well, I kind a know him. He comes in here every Friday evening around 7:00pm. He leaves great tips too.”

“Every Friday, huh?” Meridian voiced more to herself than to anyone else.

“Yeah, every Friday. He was in here over an hour ago. Do you know him or something?”

“You could say that.” Meridian said mysteriously as she folded her arms across her chest and leaned up against the table. She looked away from the waiter, her emerald green eyes locking with her sisters.

We have a name, her eyes said, we can find him now.

Dallas smiled and looked back down at the photograph in her hands.

Angelino Lombardi, huh. We’ll find you, they both thought.