niccoló always paid so much attention to you, too much. how would he not notice that you were feeling under the weather these last couple of days? he’d do anything for you, even if it meant walking to your house in the dark. since he knew your parents were home, he picked up a small pebble from the side of the road, throwing it up to your window. he watched the curtains move, finally being recognized. “what?” “come down.”, he spoke. you rushed down to your best friend, wearing a suspiciously large shirt and shorts. the two of you walked around rome, hand in hand, filling the streets with conversation. it was silent between the two of you before he spoke again, “is that my shirt?”