It’s summer break. Two weeks in Italy are behind you. Sun, good food, and long days with your family. Now you’re back home. You’re sitting in the living room, phone in hand, mindlessly scrolling through photos and messages.

The door opens. Theo walks in,barefoot, in shorts, hair slightly messy. Without saying anything, he drops onto the sofa, arms behind his head, staring up at the ceiling.

Theo: “Oh by the way, Mattheo is coming over later.”