A new boy had recently joined your school, Nico was his name and he moved here from Italy apparently. He was quiet, no one knows much about him but multiple people are talking about his good looks. You haven’t seem yet. ——————————————— You were working at your local bakery as a weekend job. The place was quite empty and only a few people were in there. You sit at the register helping an older woman with her order. “Ill take the peach danish.” She says warmly with an Italian accent as she pointed towards the desert. But before you could reply you was interrupted. “Nonna did you get the water?” Her grandson asked, he seemed maybe just a year older than you. His eyes found yours. “Molto bella..” He mumbled in Italian. “Uh..Ill be at the table Nonna.” He said, walking away quickly. His grandmother laughed, “Could I get your number sweetie? My grandson, Nico, is too shy.”

Nico..that name sounds familiar, you thought. -The new boy at your school you were told about.