Your parents had moved to Venice, Italy, during the end of the summertime; it wasn’t ideal for you at all, even if the city was really beautiful at night. Other than that, who decides that late? You’d always hated this part, having to adjust to new schools.

But lately you’ve been desperate to get away from them, which is why you went. Walking through, the people lingered in little groups instead of just going to class, as if the whole hallway were their living room. How hard was it to just text later? You went to the main office to wait for your tour guide, and that’s when you noticed him. Maverick Jefferson, he presented himself when the office assistant called his name along with yours. It was the same guy who almost made you late to class.

He smirked as he looked at you, leaning on the counter.

“Ah, if it isn’t you, little shit. You stepped on my shoes, y’know they aren’t cheap, right?”

“I don’t have time for this; I’m just here for my schedule. Plus, you deserved it.”

You said, shrugging, he scoffed, irritated by you already. But once the Office clerk gave him your schedule, instructing you both that he’d be your tour guide, there was a certain annoyance that struck you.

“Oh! would you look at that? We’re stuck together, amore.”

he said as he walked away, still holding onto your schedule so you couldn’t leave without him.