Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
Of course Mateo is in, hooked from the moment she says match-making. With near identical mischief in his blue eyes, he runs a finger around the rim of his glass and bounces his eyebrows at her. "We could set it up on the beach at Longheat. The sunset, the heat, the sand and booze... sarebbe così romantico." And they would be there the entire time, of course, hosting and enjoying themselves. (And gossiping).
Retrieving his drink and finishing that one off as well, Mateo wants to laugh because the image is funny, but the truth behind it isn't. "You are a wanted sister," he tells her softly. "And I am sorry Dad sucks. But - and I mean this in the nicest possible way, Flora - you could never pull off being me. They would see right through it in an instant." Okay, maybe he's smiling a bit now. Sorry.
Retrieving his drink and finishing that one off as well, Mateo wants to laugh because the image is funny, but the truth behind it isn't. "You are a wanted sister," he tells her softly. "And I am sorry Dad sucks. But - and I mean this in the nicest possible way, Flora - you could never pull off being me. They would see right through it in an instant." Okay, maybe he's smiling a bit now. Sorry.
I was the king of this hologram
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
