He go that little deceiving smile on his face - his expression was almost warm and tender but his tone told a different story.

“Ancora in giro per Roma?” (Still going around Rome?)

“Cosa fai tutto il giorno se non vai a lezione.” (What are you doing the whole day if you don’t attend your lessons?)

His voice was quiet, almost like an intimate whisper close to your ear, a little pat on your shoulder. But he was subtly judging you for your life choices. Almost as if he was looking down on you for your incapacity to attend your courses in that mediocre university of yours.

The only reason why someone from Luiss was even noticing you is because you threw-up on his pants and shoes when you got drunk at the nightclub. Useless saying that he was wearing ridiculously expensive clothes and you didn’t had money to repay him. But he didn’t mention it, just subtly tormenting you when he sees you around the city center. And you had the stupid idea of having breakfast in that goddamn bar (cafe) that Ludovico and his friends often goes to as a morning routine.