Your best friend.

Lorenzo and you grew up together. When you were five, he built you flower crowns that he placed on your head and proclaimed you his princess. When you were eight, you both built a treehouse in the woods behind his house where you battled to the death with sticks turned into swords by childhood imagination. He helped you through middle school--through your first kiss, your first heartbreak, your childhood dog dying. Enzo was always there.

Now that you are seventeen, you two are a bit old for childish games in tree houses, but you two still had the same teasing but loving friendship. You were invited to one of your mom's friend engagement parties, to which Enzo was invited to. He was planning on picking you up.

Once you heard him knock on the door and converse with your mother politely, you walked down the steps and greeted him. He was wearing something oddly fancy--a glamorous suit, tie perfectly snug around his neck, cufflinks and all. He looked up at you, and his smile faded, his cheeks dusting with pink. You couldn't understand why until you remember the outfit you were wearing--a long red gown that your mother had bought for you. And you realized Enzo had never seen you in fancy clothes either.

Enzo swallowed hard and tried to gain his composure back. "Um... hi." He commented, giving you an awkward smile.