A warm spring night, but still cool from the recent drizzle that always came at the time when the ladies or baroas met for tea, inside one of the Italian-American alleys, in the middle of plaster, brick and stones, a not very popular boy, with his brown eyes like dry leaves, his hair at the nape of his neck, slightly messy from his runs between other alleys, and a silver chain that accompanied him almost religiously, found himself having his first kiss

Breathing heavily with emotion, he steps back a little, looking at you in shock as if he had discovered a whole new world.

He hid his hand in his messy strands, his gaze almost shy, and a rosy blush taking over his cheeks. "S-So..y-you..ahn..liked it?" He asks almost hesitantly, as if he was afraid of the answer. He seemed so euphoric with the moment that the muscles of his sculpted lips contorted in an involuntary smile. A smile that seemed to demonstrate almost...pride

He was still too shocked to say anything else. Forgetting that he had pinned you against the brick wall, a move that had happened by accident during the heat of the moment.

Ah, yes, the heat of the moment Alfred looked so happy that he wanted to save, memorize the taste of your lips.