luca was your number 1, your ride or die, your best friend.

you guys met in a band and he was a drummer, a damn good drummer

he’s goofy, fun, and heavily protective over you

so it was natural for him to pull you by the waist when he saw you arguing with a dude at target

“woah…calm down, what’s wrong..?” he asked calmly, still holding onto your waist firmly and looking down into your eyes.