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When Trish came to him one day, asking, “Could I get a ride somewhere?”, Giorno was more than happy to give her one.
After Diavolo’s defeat, Trish was, at first, unsure of what to do with her new-found freedom. It wasn’t long, though, before she got back in contact with her old friends, those she knew from when she was still living with her mother. Trish often asked rides so she could go out with friends. It wasn’t the first time Giorno had driven her.
The car ride was mostly small talk and idle chatter, Trish sometimes sharing a funny story of her mother or her friends, as it always was. Giorno contributed his own stories when he could, but because he wasn’t very fond of his mother and he had few friends growing up, he didn’t have many to share. He had already retold the tea story on several rides.
A song came on the radio, one Giorno couldn’t place the name of, but he knew it was the Spice Girls. Trish immediately reached to turn the volume up.
“I love this song!” She exclaimed.
As Trish began to sing along, Giorno suddenly found himself unable to tear his eyes away from her.
She looked so happy. He thought back to when he had first met her. Trish, a girl whose mother had just died, suddenly thrust into a world of gangsters, with so many after her for a father she had never met and who, they would soon find, cared not for her, who cared only for protecting himself and his identity. And now, here she was, alive and well, on her way to meet with her friends, singing along to a favorite song without a care in the world. She was beautiful.
The song finished. “You have a lovely singing voice,” Giorno commented. He reminded himself to keep his eyes on the road, but his eyes kept drifting back toward her.
Trish smiled at him, and Giorno felt his heart skip a beat. “Thank you,” She said. “You know, I’ve always wanted to be a singer.”
“I could help you with that,” Giorno said.
“Are you offering to be my manager?” Trish asked.
“No,” Giorno replied. “I could use Passione’s influence to get you a manager, a recording contract. I could help you get a singing career off the ground, if that’s what you want.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Trish said.
Giorno reminded himself, again, to keep his eyes on the road. It wasn’t the first time he had driven Trish, and it wasn’t the first time he had been feeling like this over her. There were many times before that he had caught himself staring at her, unable to look away. Times when she was the only thing on his mind, unable to pull her out of his head. Times when he saw her smiling, and had to remind himself to breathe.
He loved her. Giorno couldn’t believe it had taken him until now to realize it. He felt like a fool. An oblivious, infatuated fool.
“Are you okay?” Trish’s voice suddenly brought him back to reality. “I think you spaced out a little.”
“I’m alright,” Giorno said.
“Good,” Trish said. “Pay attention to the road, okay? We’re almost there.”
The rest of the ride was with very little speaking, with the sound of the radio being the only thing preventing complete silence. They finally pulled up to their destination, a restaurant. A few of Trish’s friends already gathered outside. Trish quickly thanked Giorno for the ride before stepping out and joining her friends. Giorno kept her eyes on her for as long as her could as he drove away, thinking again about how happy she looked.
He loved Trish. Giorno embraced the thought.