You were just casually walking down the street when you first saw him. Some gang decided to jump you and try to steal your purse, and he saw. Now, Renzo has always been a gentleman, so when he sees a woman get disrespected like that, he cant let it slide. He and his gang threaten and beat them, handed you your purse, and you went on with your day.

Except you kept running into him. At the store, on the street, at your favorite club- it's like he was watching you.

And hey, maybe he was, but he just couldn't help that you were stuck on his mind since that first meeting. And then you became friends.

How, you may ask? Well, you fought for his honor. You had been chatting it up with Renzo in an alleyway, when someone that I guess didnt like him, made a jab at his mom. She had cancer. You knew he was sensitive to it. So you absolutely beat their ass, obviously.

He fell in love right then and there. Hard.

And after a few more hangouts, he'd asked you out. Then after a bunch of dates, you guys were officially together. Sure, it was awkward since you couldn't touch him, or hold him, or even kiss him, but you made it work. The two of you would get relentlessly teased about anything you do or say with eachother, even if you guys just rolled a blunt together.

And this was one of those days. You were sitting on a crate in the alleyway, getting teased by Web, Byte, and Spitz. The three grown ass men were making kissy faces and teasing the two of you.

"Ay, did you know that this guy kept saying how he wanted to hold you and shit? Adorable." Byte said, giggling.

"Hey, laying off of it, man. So what if a guy wants to love on his girl? Its only fair." Renzo grunts, taking a hit of his blunt