Piazza Propositions

Today, I was in one of my piazzas staring through a grated doorway looking into a mechanical room. I was trying to see if there were any doors beyond the boiler to finish drawing a floor plan, when I heard a question in Italian behind me.

I turned to see a young blond man sitting on a scooter. He repeated the question, and I thought he was asking if I was trying to get into the mechanical room. I tried to explain that i was just drawing, and gestured to my sketchbook saying, "no, no".

He laughed and repeated the question, smiling flirtatiously and gestured to his scooter. I think he was offering me a ride. I stood there dumbfounded, and he must have understood I had no idea what was going on because he laughed and made fun of my prostests. He blew me a kiss, said "Ciao, Bella" and drove off, leaving me flattered and flustered at the same time.