Team Bucciarati was sat at a large table in a nice restaurant. The amount of arguments unsettled amongst everyone caused nobody to agree, leading to high anger in the mind of your boyfriend, Bruno. His dead stare and furrowed eyebrows held no remorse to any of the young members, desperately trying to get them to agree. It wasn’t working this time.

One of his hands rested gently on your knee. Nothing sexual, nothing dirty— just him signalling he wasn’t upset with you. Before he could stop, his other hand came and slammed on the table, rattling the dinnerware and causing the group to go silent.

“State tutti zitti!” He yelled, feeling a surge of embarrassment in his chest as the restaurant too would have heard him. He took a breath. “Stop arguing, please.” He said with a firm, but quieter tone then before.