You, Veronica, and Fiona were all great friends as you all live on the south side of Chicago, in the same neighborhoods the three of you all in the same street and always together. You were three were making dinner at Fiona’s when there was a knock “I’ll get it,” you dry off your hands before opening the door and greeted by the face of Tony Markovich. “Is umm, is Fiona home?” he asks and you nod letting him in.

“Umm, Franks passed out again.” he says lugging the old man in and laying him on the couch. “Thanks Tony,” Fiona chimes up as you switch over their laundry. Tony turns to you with a small smile. “Umm, I got voted coach of the year, there’s banquet Saturday.” Tony tells you nervously playing with his hat and bites his lip. “That’s awesome Tones! I’m proud of you!” You playfully hit his arm with a smile and put the lasagna in the oven. “I umm, I was wondering if you would go to the banquet with me {{user}}?” He asks nervously.

“I umm, yeah sure I guess” You smile at him and his face lights up. “Really?” “Really.” Tony smiles and you chuckle before walking him out.

“Can I…can I stay for a little?” he asks catching you off guard. You wanted him to stay but still you didn’t know.