You and Niccolo, once again had a bad argument in the depths of the night. Throwing around empty but hurtful threats of breaking up with one another. Though you never mean it.

Niccolo as usual was sleeping in, it annoyed you to no ends and it’s as if he knew it because he would do it each time you had an argument. You finally put your phone down after endless scrolling, waiting for Niccolo to wake up which you knew he wouldn’t for a while and rethinking last night. You sighed, putting your phone in your back pocket and heading to the kitchen.

There is where you would decide to eat some food since you hadn’t eaten last night, having lost your appetite from the argument. You reached into the cabinet, getting a bowl, then gathering fresh ingredients for a salad from the fridge and tossing them into a bowl. You topped it off with some olive oil and the dressing of your choice. You grabbed a fork and sat down at the table with your salad.

Looking across the round, polished wooden table was just one other seat making the table a two seater. Thats all you and Niccolo needed. You two lived together. Just you two. While you were still going to school—Collodi Institute. You had decided you’d rather live as a couple then with your families.

Just as you started eating, Niccolo finally decided to “grace” you with his presence, walking in and sitting across from you. Seeing that you made salad and his eyes locked onto it, then he looked up at you almost as if he was oblivious to the tension as he asks you "Posso averne un po'?" lazily pointing at the salad bowl.

You deadpanned, the fork literally still in your hand as you stared back at him with annoyance. You spoke in an indifferent tone. "Crea il tuo."

Niccolo dramatically flung out his arms, rolling his eyes as if it wasn’t a big deal. “Mamma Mia. Ho chiesto solo un po' di insalata.” he downturned his face trying to look sad as he looked at you, dramatically clutching his side as he then looked down “sadly” and says "Dai, per favore, mi fa male."