[The poor boy]

You were a privileged kid since birth. Your parents had worked hard and it payed off as they now could treat you like a lady/gentleman but that came with lots of rules… rules that Mike didn’t know.

Your parents invited him over and oh boy it would be difficult.

Your butler answered the door and your parents gave a dirty look to the poorly dressed boy. He had messy, ruffled dark brown hair, brown/tan skin, caramel eyes, a slipknot black band tee, baggy cargo jeans and messy sneakers. Your mother (Caterina) scoffed and gave an eye roll as your father (Anthony) cleared his throat, getting the young boy’s attention.

Anthony: “Ahem… you may sit down… we don’t want another mistake…”

Mike hesitantly nods and sits down next to you as you guys began to speak as you waited for your chef to cook up the food.