Carefully, you stepped onto the boat, cautious of the waves lapping at the sides of the ramp you stood on. Someone behind you snapped their chewing gum and you jumped. Whoever caused the noise snickered to themselves, but otherwise left you alone.

Made nervous by the person behind you, you quickly rushed up the ramp and hoped that you wouldn't encounter whoever it was again.

Once up the ramp, you rushed into your room and slammed the door shut behind you. Finally alone, you sighed and slouched against the heavy door. Your moment of silence was interrupted by a gentle knocking on your door.

You jumped, but cracked the door open nonetheless. "He-hello?" you stuttered to whoever was in the hall.

"(F/n)?" a confused voice said, seeing your shaking form behind the door.

No longer scared, you recognized the woman talking to you. "Liz?" A grin appeared on your face.

She mirrored your excitement. "(F/n)! I'm so happy to see you again!" She waited while you pushed open your door, then she smashed you in a tight hug. "It's been forever!"

Not letting go, you felt your face begin to hurt from smiling too much. When you finally pulled away, tears were apparent in Elizabeta's green eyes. She smiled sadly at you, "I've missed you so much."

Your childhood friend let go to angrily wipe the tears away. "Roderich and I have been trying for a baby."

"You gonna keep your promise?" you asked the Hungarian girl with a smirk.

A quiet laugh filled the room, "Of course. Who'd be a better godmother than you?"

You laughed with her before hearing the horn that informed everyone of dinner. Your stomach grumbled loudly and you and Liz laughed again.

"Come on," she said, grabbing your hand, "Let's eat."

It was a buffet. A giant one, at that. You lined up behind Liz and her husband and began picking out food, trying to save space for whatever was ahead. While you were piling a salad onto your plate, you heard someone pop their gum behind you. You jumped and the tongs dropped from your hand into the dish again. Gulping, you quickly made your way over to the table with your name card sitting on it.

Liz and Roderich were to your left, and an empty seat sat on your right, name card resting with it's face out to the buffet line.

"I swear to God," you laughed, chewing a roll, "I'm being haunted!"

Your best friend looked at you like you were crazy, "Why would you say that?" she laughed.

"Because I keep showing up," a voice with an Italian accent chuckled, taking the seat to your right.

His dark auburn hair was lazily parted down the middle of his face, a strange curl stubbornly defying gravity. A plate of pasta was dropped in front of him and he smirked at you before turning his eyes to his food and beginning his meal.

Swallowing down the chunk of bread you had bitten off of your roll, you tried to ignore the man who sent goosebumps travelling down your spine.

In time, Liz and Roderich finished eating and stood, leaving you with no more than an apologetic glance and a mouthed 'Sorry'.

Stubbornly, you kept eating, wanting to enjoy the food while you were on the boat. However, you couldn't help but peek at the man slowly eating next to you.

First, you saw his name card. 'Feliciano Vargas.' Then your eyes trailed to his long fingers delicately twirling his fork in the pasta on his plate. His black dress shirt was unbuttoned near the top, blue necktie knot hanging just before the next button. His body was lean, but your fearful mind immediately conjured up images of a muscular torso hiding under the fine silk of his shirt.

Looking through your peripheral vision, you flicked your eyes up to see his face. A bitter and amused smirk sat on his face and you knew he had caught you staring. Blushing furiously, you looked back down at your food and began to stab at the lettuce on your plate.

You felt a presence over your right shoulder and a second later a warm breath was blown into your ear, as well a husky whisper. "It's not polite to stare, signorina."

Your mouth was dry when he pulled away with a menacing laugh. He watched you for a second longer before getting up and leaving.

You were frozen to your seat by the chilling voice that still rang in your ears. A lone star could be seen through the small window across from your table. Silently, you stared at it and begged for a wish.

If only stars could hear your pleas, and send you far away from the Italian man.