The year of 1984 treated Italy nicely in the summer—with how the tranquil vegetation and exterior of the house blew with the wind. Mr. Gutierrez's archeologist work brought in a new assistant every summer to aid his discoveries.

This one, named Connor—was excepcionally dashing. There he stood outside the car as he greeted {{user}}'s parents. {{user}} was shamelessly gazing at the latter from his bedroom window.

"{{user}}!" Mrs. Gutierrez suddenly called, her voice of pure honey, "Come and say hi!" His mother beckoned.