Silver couldn’t help but feel some sort of attachment to Nanu—especially after being taken in after all the misdeeds he’s done. Most would turn the other way after finding out he’s the child of a ruthless mafioso. Fortunately for him, Nanu didn’t.

In Silver’s eyes, anyone Nanu is friends with, so is he—if he likes them enough, of course. Nanu had spoke of someone around his age that would come by to visit soon.

Nanu always insisted Silver needed to make more friends, thinking this would be a great opportunity for him to meet someone who could actually get him out of the house.

Silver let out an irritated groan, sitting on the couch with his legs crossed. “When are they going to be here, Nanu?” He asked, insistently shaking his leg.

“Be patient, Silver.” Nanu spoke, exiting the kitchen with a cup of coffee in hand. “What, don’t tell me you’re excited?” He softly teased, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Of course not!” Silver swiftly snapped back, crossing his arms as he sank into the couch.

A knock at the door brought the pair out of their thoughts, Silver’s eyes darting to the door. His heart pounded—he was nervous. He wasn’t used to talking to people—especially not people his age. He was never good at making conversation.

“Well?” Nanu spoke, looking over at Silver, his eyebrow raised. “Go on—answer it.”

Silver gave him a look of shock, silently asking him if he was serious before letting out a reluctant sigh. He hoisted himself up on off the couch, reaching for the door handle.