termini

That's Stazione Termini. Main train station in town.
An old lady approaches me, she definitely looks like she's lost her way.
“Are you Italian?” she asks me, full of hope.
“I am,” I say, I am, my little old lady. I am Italian and will help you.
“You're handsome.”
“...”
“Yes you are. You're handsome, as in the magazines.”
“I... uh...”
“Listen, mmh, do you have any change? It's been two days I don't eat anything. You're handsome, young man, you shine like the sun.”
I gave her 20 euros.