Eric and Francesca | Their Story

Kids, huh? Why are you here? I thought Italy was the one place you'd never come. Oh, great! You two have met. What? Dad, this is Francesca Pucci, Mayor of Montezara. Stracciatella, por favor. Of course. It's my favorite, too. Oh, hey! Welcome to Italy, Mr. Field. Looks like that is the last scoop of Stracciatella. You take it, Madam Mayor. What? Possibile. Peace offering. I was not on my best behavior earlier. Please. Oh, you... You have a little... Right this way. House number two. What do you feel when you look at the ocean? Your answer reveals your outlook on life. Seriously? What do you feel? What do I feel? That you know something? Anything worth loving is worth fighting for. You plot your course in life, but then a storm blows through and the current takes you somewhere totally different. No! I think we can move on. You're left to chart this new land. I see something bigger than I can understand. Something I can't control. No matter how big of a boat I can build or how much I can solve my compass. I can drown in the waves, but they can lift me up. Take me to new places. That's what I thought you would eventually... I mean, I wish that... No, no, no, no. I get it. We let the current carry us, of course. I have one job to do. Were you on a date? What? No. Not a date, no. Olivia and I lost the villa, but I don't want to lose you, too. I really need to go now. Yes, of course. Here's the thing. I didn't think I could ever have... One, two, three! ...feelings like this again. And then... And then I met you. Mr. Mayor, I'm Oscar. I'm here for you. Good morning. I love you, too.