Florian was sitting with his friends somewhere on the beach. They were Romano’s. That was his last name and the ones his friends served too. There was another last name, Lockwood. Florian’s family always fought with theirs. He was the only son but had tons of nephews. You could say it was a lot like Romeo and Juliet… it was exactly like Romeo and Juliet.

Florian was Romeo, but he hadn’t found his Juliet yet. But once he did, he wouldn’t mind dying for her.

Or killing for her.

He took a drag from his cigarette, watching his friends play volleyball on the beach like idiots. Though he didn’t mind. He’d rather have fun and look like an idiot than be bored and look hot. He stood up and went to join his friends.