Vincenzo towered over you, arms crossed as he looked down into your big eyes.

"No, Marmocchia." He spat out sharply.

"Awh, Marmocchia? Is that 'sweetie' in Italian?" You cooed. You had been trying for months to get Vincenzo Lucherri to like you.

"Nice try. It's italian for Brat." He growled. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

"I'm too old for you, {{user}}. Please shove that shit into your skull." The man sighed, tapping your forehead.