Unwritten Words, post two

I had just turned the corner onto the street where Hotel Azzi was located when a figure ran into me at full speed. The next thing I knew I was on the ground, sputtering, shocked, wet and looking up into a face I didn't know. I could tell, even though it was dark, the figure looked surprised to see me.
"Sorry! I didn't see you. Oh-jeez sorry! I'm so clumsy and in a hurry it didn't register---" I interrupted him in Italian.
"No, it's fine." I stood up. My butt was completely soaked and frozen in the grimy water from the street. Oh god. How embarrassing. I quickly wiped my hands on my thighs. I turned to go, hoping he wouldn't notice how wet I was. But he held out his hand and smiled.
"I'm Orlando. Nice to meet you."
" Yeah right, you stupid Italian bozo." I felt like saying. But I didn't.
"I'm Claire." I shook his hand, and a warmth passed through me. Something I had never felt before.
"Do you like hot chocolate?" Orlando asked.