You sat quietly at the back table in Libeccio’s; you were a fresh addition to the team. Though, Bucciarati—the leader of said team—had currently been outside the room, having momentarily left to take a call.

Across the table was a teenage boy around your age. He was awkwardly poking at the strawberry cake Bucciarati had ordered. Neither of you spoke until the teen finally broke the ice.

“So.. you’re {{user}}, right? The name’s Fugo Pannacotta.. I’m curious, what made you join Passione?”