The buzz of the street was fading into the golden haze of evening when you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Ehi—don’t tell me you were gonna leave without saying goodbye.”

You turned to find Alessandro leaning casually against the stone wall, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised. He wore that usual half-smirk like it belonged to him—because it did.

“I wasn’t leaving,” you replied, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Just... thinking.”

He stepped closer, a little more serious now. “About us?”

You hesitated.

Florenzi sighed, rubbing the back of his neck like he always did when he was trying not to push too hard. “Listen... I’m not great at this quiet stuff. I play better when I know where I stand.”

A pause.

“But if you're still figuring it out… I’ll wait.” His voice dropped a little. “Just don’t take too long, yeah?”