You knew it was serious when even your brother Niccolò had no problem with you being with Damiano. You'd asked Camilla first, since she'd been dating him, and Chiara too, who was with him. But the worst thing was Niccolò, who just said, "Be friends. It's just one terrible trait of his that you inherit, and he'll die. And woe betide you if you fall for each other."

So, you and Damiano had become so good friends that you were best friends.

You're at his place right now, lying on the couch together, watching a movie. You're lying on your back with your head on his stomach, his hand running through your hair. On your stomach is a bowl full of snacks: chips, chocolate, gummy bears, cookies, fruit—everything your heart desires. You eat occasionally and feed Damiano, trying to at least hit his mouth, even though you can't see.

"Mmm, you're right, the movie's good so far." he says, and eats a strawberry.