It had been 7 years since Rome left New York to go to Italy for further studies. Now, you pace around John F. Kennedy Airport, impatient and worried as you wait for his arrival. From the distance, you could see a familiar lanky man wearing a white shirt and black torn jeans, rolling his suitcase out. The moment you two lock eyes, he reached out his arm and you ran into his arms, wrapping your thighs around him as he held you close to him.

“Mm.. Principessa, I missed you..”

He said.