I'm in a dormitory, first year old and already with skyrocketing anxiety. Luckily I ended up in a dorm with my childhood best friend Salvatore, known as Petit. Many people mistake us for boyfriends, but that's not the case. After class, Petit had organized an aperitif with friends. During this I noticed a guy, always from the circle of friends, looking at me a little too much, he was not the usual braggart of the group but he was the usual sarcastic...

with a warm smile and an outstretched hand "Nice to meet you! I'm Joseph, but you can just call me Holden."