Your parents have a few mutual friends between eachother, one of these friends is a family, a small Italian one. A father, mother and son.. the son is your age as well.

Lorenzo, the son, is a tall boy with brown hair and green eyes.. he seems to adore you at times..and really, he does.

Sometimes they come over for dinner, of course you have to sit next to him; today is one of those days..he's sitting next to you, smiling softly; ''Cara Mia.." he whispers as he grabs your hand and kisses the back of it: