Trish checked her wrist for the rose-pattnered watch that she purchased before arriving in Monreale.

"2:15pm"

Trish had agreed to meet Fugo again at a reasonable time. If Giorno was seen in the capital and is on foot right now, then that meant that she needed to meet with Fugo and report back to the gang in about... three hours.

Plenty of time to survey the community people living in the nearby homes and neighborhoods.

Trish waved a somber goodbye to Bianca and her father as she exited the doors of the cafe.

The scenery outside remained the same; a majority of the rain had ceased yet little droplets still fell from the sky.

Among the pittering of these droplets in her head was Bianca's voice, as she processed some of the last things she had said to her.

"Well Aniya, your feelings better be goddamn right. But my confidence in that isn't very high at all, unfortunately. Dream all you want, the reality of our situation right now is not going to change anytime soon. You can't just change the truth of reality."

Trish knew the truth about the future of what was to come, and she wholeheartedly wished she could've stayed a bit longer to confront her broken spirit. But the time she allowed for their conversation to take place was long enough.

It was time to move again.

Trish could still smell the sudden odor of a substance in Bianca's father's clothes while they shook hands before she left.

...

...

*splash* *splash* *splash*

Not a soul could be seen wandering around these streets. The only other sound accompanying the patter of droplets that fell on her umbrella were her own sandaled footsteps.

She kept Spice Girl's name at the tip of her tongue, just incase if anyone were to get too curious or too close. As she had learned from Bianca, the peaceful quietness of this area is heavily deceiving.

She was all alone afterall... and it was going to be a long walk to the village houses up the hill. The buildings seemed so much closer to the cafe from further away.

Definitely a miscalculation, but easily solvable.

Luckily for her there were plenty of opportunities to land a bicycle in this part of town, not discounting the group of locked standalone bicycles just up ahead.

Trish's eyes scanned through the choices of the various selections with a concerned look on her face. It wasn't the lock that stumped her, Spice Girl could handle that easily with her softening ability.

Picking a bike that fit her physique was going to be an experience of itself.

These bikes were for avid regular riders, she's never needed to ride a bicycle for pure necessity or leasure...other than the times when she did, while first dating Giorno...

"Spice Girl, soften this one."

Trish felt a strong elbow goofily jab at her side, out of the blue.

"$10 If any one of you come back with a hickey," Mista joked.

"Mista! Have some decency!" Fugo raged, astonished.

"Mista, Fugo, guys relax..! It's only a bike ride at the park..!"

-God, could this get any more embarrassing?-

Ever since she told the ones she THOUGHT she could trust to keep their mouths shut while they talked privately about her budding admiration for a particular person, there has been murmuring voices all over the estate.

Most of those murmourous eyes were especially on her, Trish being the one to initiate the first confession.

Giorno could analyze and detect every emotion a person could be feeling.

She had hoped that about him would make things less humiliating so she wouldn't have to spell it out loud in a jumbled mess… but unfortunately for her, to her knowledge he lacked the analytical skill of recognizing the feeling of genuine attachment of this kind from someone else.

She couldn't fault him for that though, even if it meant that she would have to make the move to express the way she felt to him first.

Trish knew that his obliviousness was due to pure neglect, having never been exposed to a strong type of affection before from anybody, not even his so called "parents,"- A word that she refused to acknowledge them by.

After hearing about that story for the first time, she prayed that one day he'd find someone that would be there to fill that gap for him.

Never did she think that the person to try to do this would be herself...

The confession was not smooth, elegant nor refined, regardless of the fact that she rehearsed it several times over and over.

Before convincing Trish to be herself and to do the confession, when Mista would ask WHY she felt the way that she did about him, Trish was always at a loss for words.

Of course there were trivial things she noticed that she started to like about him as time went on. When talking to her, Trish realized that she couldn't help but notice the bright color of his green eyes that made contact with her own.

The tone of his voice was always reassuring and calm to her no matter the problem. It always was ever since he, Bucciarati, and the gang first met and saved her from…. the very one who tried to kill her.

...However...

Something about this voice recently made her wish she could hear it more. She liked the calming effect that it had.

Not to mention the way his blonde hair shown against the rays of the sun, and how tall he was getting compared to her now.

Perhaps is was maturity that aided in the way he spoke and looked now, but one would never really know.

But among these trivial things were significant aspects. His leadership was one that wanted to make everyone succeed, and his desire to make decisions as the Boss on what he thought was best for Italy and not himself caused her spirit to really start paying attention.

Giorno was someone who would never let all of the power that he manifested go into his head and corrupt his ideals and goals. It was as if he couldn't be corrupted.

And most of all, she never felt alone or judged when she was shaking and scared while his presence was near at her weakest moment when Bucciarati could no longer. She felt safe, protected. A trait that she thought only Bucciarati carried when he was capo.

...

...

Trish nervously pried her fingers open from being squeezed against her shut eyes to see what his reaction entailed.

She knew all too well about his response to random city folk trying to confess their love for him after becoming known as the Boss.

This just made her all the more nervous...

-"Would he think I'm doing the exact same thing?! I swear it's not, please understand that, Giorno!"-

Giorno's face after her disorganized speech was one that she's never seen on him before. His towering form was now looking up to the sky, eyes widened with surprise and a hand scratching the back of his head.

"...T-Trish... I... don't know what to say, " he chuckled slightly.

Her heart either sunk or panicked, it was difficult to make out the feeling. She knew this had the potential to turn sour. She was just another member of the group anyways, they were close-nit but she could imagine the shock she must've gave him.

"Y-YOU ...can say no, it's ok." She quickly said, holding one arm in the other.

" I know it's ..odd, I understand, believe me."

"Well,.. no, that's not it..." Giorno responded.

"Even though I've received similar, more 'textbook' lines from just about every other woman in the area whether they were genuine or not..." he paused.

"None of those ladies...truly ever got to know me for who I am first. That chocolate flan you were hiding behind your back was for me, wasn't it?" He asked.

"I've never told anybody about my favorite dessert."

SHIT. He saw it.

"Y...yEs!? Wait, no... I mean... kinda?!" Trish stammered. He knew about that this entire time.

"And you asked to meet me at the peak of this hill, where I mentioned once before that I liked the really nice view on the location," he continued, looking at her in the eye.

"OK OK ok, look, I admit that I did try to pay attention to what you liked eating and the places you said you liked before doing ANY of this." Trish replied.

After another brief pause, his stoic face morphed into a small, embarrassed grin and he wasn't looking at Trish in the eyes anymore.

"Thank you... for that."

"Um..."

Trish covered her face with both hands and braced to make a run for it. She was extremely overwhelmed.

Giorno was embarrassed and making expressions she's never seen in her life, she was embarrassed and probably as red as a tomato right now.

"I'm sorry. I -I need a break, I'm...!" She stepped away.

-"This is so humiliating, I was the one who did this to both of us and now I'm the one who needs to leave!..." Her inner monologue screamed.

"Wait! Trish!" Giorno said, stopping her movements instantly.

"Er..." He scratched his cheek.

"…."

"I'm… sorry for making this so awkward for you, I'm just not very good at this."

"Sorry?" She questioned back in confusion. His tone was genuine, did he feel sorry for her?..

"Please, I... you don't need to apologize to me!..."

"But I interrogated you immediately when-"

"No No NO Giorno please don't apologize for that!" Trish said waving her hands frantically.

"Don't be ridiculous, you had every right to be curious!"

This confession is turning into a complete disaster.

"Look, can we just... forget this ever happened?"

"But...why?" He asked in return, tilting his head.

"...huh?" She blinked.

"Trish you ...really thought about bringing the things that I said I enjoyed and observed what I liked before doing...this, you said it yourself."

"And not very many people, if any have done that for me in occasions like these..."

Trish blinked again.

This conversation could go in a million directions now.