Across from the Florence San Lorenzo apartments  lied a small leather shop. It looked no different than the  other hundred some leather shops throughout  Florence, but it was  different entirely. I walked in with Kippy and  Bri because we had spent the day going into every shop  just to waste time  before dinner. A man greeted us. He was probably  in his late forties and we told him we were from America. He was very excited to  meet us because he went to Temple  University. He asked us our names and why we were in Italy. He then proceeded  to find a jacket for all of us. He told us every jacket in the store he made. He also told us he would make us a jacket and ship it to our house, if we couldn’t find one we liked. He gave us each a few jackets to try on. He explained how each was made and how they were tailored to  fit us. I was amazed by his knowledge and  how well he connected with us. It was like talking with your  one uncle you  never see except for once every few years and hear about all the amazing things he has done. He was more than a salesman. He was more like a family  friend. I felt very comfortable  around him, as a result, I went back a few more times just to talk to  him after buying a jacket. This man won my heart. I hope I get to  see him again someday.