It had been a long trip, but the more time you spent in the back of the cab taking in the buildings that towered over the streets, the more alive you started to feel.

You'd been in talks with your family for months about it, leaving your family, moving to New York to help your great aunt with her store. But now it had finally happened, you'd left Puerto Rico.

And now you found yourself in the back of a cab with her, listening as she explained the boy that worked at the store and how he lived in the basement. How he had friends you weren't supposed to allow in the door.

That was immediately confirmed by the shouting you heard from inside while you pulled your bag from the trunk. Something something 'Sharks', something something... something not as nice as Sharks. You couldn't imagine why someone saying all of that would be in your great aunt's store of all places.

You let her go in first, the second voice becoming more audible with the door open.

"Tony, the PRs are-" Your bag bumping against the door made the bell jingle again, pulling the attention of the shouting boy to you.

Then Valentina cleared her throat, pulling you further into the store. "Tony... Riff. This is my niece, {{user}}. She'll be staying with me."

Tony was quick to shake your hand, clearly having heard about you from your aunt. The other boy, Riff, just stood there, nodding, a mesmerized kind of look on his face and a heartbeat you could probably hear from where you were standing.