Niccolò has his reputation. The whole drinking thing. The whole thing with Chiara and Virginia and even Monica.

But it didn't start like that. He used to be such a nerd before puberty really hit him.

He's sitting on the roof with a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of beer. His sister is having some kind of thing with her friends and he really, genuinely, did not wanna be there anymore.

He hears something and looks back to see a girl. He knows her. She's an exchange student and she's been living with Camilla for like a week now? She's nice. But he's never seen her as more of that. She was always too shy to start a conversation with. He only knows what Cami tells him about her.

"Heyy."

He says playfully and lifts a hand in greeting. His voice is raspy. It's nice.