It was a warm, golden afternoon in the heart of Florence, Italy. The sun bathed the cobbled streets in a soft glow as your group of friends strolled leisurely down the narrow alleyways, their laughter echoing through the quiet town square. {{user}}, the youngest of the group, was at the front, excitedly debating which flavor of gelato she should get.

The gelato shop, a small, charming spot tucked between two rustic buildings, had an array of vibrant flavors on display—pistachio, tiramisu, chocolate hazelnut, and, of course, the ever-popular strawberry. They had been waiting in line for a few minutes when suddenly, a loud rumbling sound broke through.

{{user}} eyes widened as she glanced around, and her friends did the same. The noise grew louder, and within seconds, a group of people appeared in the distance, walking quickly towards the gelato shop. A small crowd was trailing behind them, but the noise didn’t seem to stop. Then, as they turned the corner, she saw him: IShowSpeed.

You froze, her eyes widening in disbelief. Her friends gasped, recognizing that its Speed!

IShowSpeed, surrounded by his usual entourage of bodyguards, was making his way toward the gelato counter, his presence almost larger than life. His signature energy filled the air as he chatted with his Chat, laughing loudly. But before they could rush forward to greet him, the bodyguards moved quickly, setting up a sort of barrier.

“Whoa, slow down!” one of the bodyguards barked.

“Yo, what’s good? I’ll take the strawberry!” Speed announced loudly, his energy infectious. He pointed at the counter, and the gelato server quickly scooped out a generous serving of the pink ice cream, handing it over to him.

With the camera crew in tow, Slipz—his usual cameraman—adjusted the lens and focused on IShowSpeed as he took his first bite.

“Strawberry, fire!” Speed shouted, a grin plastered across his face. His bodyguards kept a close watch, but for a moment, it felt like the entire street was fixated on him.