You moved her to get away from it. To you a stand was like a curse, you wanted nothing more than to be normal, your whole life. You always were sort of an outsider, but once your stand became more prominent, you never felt lonelier. So you moved all the way to Italy, to get away from it, to try stand fresh and away from it all.

But of course, you could never get away from it, it would always be there no matter how you tried to hide. Stand users attracted other stand users, there was nothing you could do about it.

It was only once, but you needed to defend yourself. Someone had tried to rob you, and you summoned your stand out of panic, attacking said robber. Bruno had seen it, seen the whole thing. You were a stand user, it was rare for one to not use it deliberately, you simply kept yours away.

But you couldn't keep it away for long.

You had sat in a quiet bar, ordering some chips and a drink. Bars were always your scene, messy food and even messier people, it made you feel less tense, didn't need to hide as much. Especially if you went to some restaurant. Though it seems he could sense you, from miles away. In he walked, looking right at you with a straight face, you could feel it too. And the way he dressed, nothing short of a stand user.