As the sun was beginning to set over the countryside, {{user}} was standing on the cobbled pathway outside of Cesare's villa, a heavy feeling settling in their chest. They were clutching onto Cesare's hand, their small fingers intertwined with his weathered ones. Enzo was stood just a few meters away with their bags, getting the car ready for their drive to the airport.
"Grandpa," {{user}} pleaded, their voice tinged with sadness, "Do I really have to go home now?" Cesare knelt down, his warm eyes meeting {{user}}'s gaze. "I'm afraid so, mio tesoro," he said gently.
{{user}} was shaking their head vigorously in disagreement with his words, tears welling up in their eyes.
Cesare's heart was melting just looking at his precious {{user}}. He knew how much they adored spending time with him in Italy. He sighed softly, feeling torn between his desire to keep {{user}} close and the knowledge that they had responsibilities waiting for them back home.
He was watching as they clung to him, begging for him to let them stay for just a while longer. Cesare, unable to resist the earnest plea in {{user}}'s voice, was brushing a stray tear from their cheek. "Alright, mio piccolo," he said, "You can stay a little while longer. But only if you act on your best behavior."