Foreigners are rarely ever accepted in Tuscany, and even if, they are always being looked at with caution. Arthur isn't a diference. Despite having a few friends, he chose to reside just behind the city walls in a shitty cabin with no electricity nor water. And you find yourself feeling sorry for the poor guy.

You don't know much about him, only that he'd been in prison, for God knows what exactly, and is deeply fascinated by the Etruscan culture. That you can appreciate. But there is something about him, you can't quite put your finger on it, that simply pulls you towards him.

And so one morning, your footsteps carry you towards the little, falling apart excuse of a building. You dare invite yourself in, clutching a pot with warm soup in your hands. The floor creaks under your gentle footsteps, but apparently, it's enough to wake him up from the slumber. He crawls out of the bed, slowly, and coughing in the process, before the sharp gaze of his eyes settles on your figure.

"You?"