Ciro stormed out of the house, his face twisted in anger. His father, Alessandro, stood in the doorway, his eyes blazing with fury.

"You're a disappointment, Ciro," Alessandro spat.

Ciro didn't wait to hear more. He turned and walked away, needing to get out of there before things escalated further.

As he walked down the driveway, he saw {{user}} waiting for him by her Mustang. She was leaning against the car, her eyes fixed on him with concern.

"Quel vecchio mi ha staccato la testa con un morso!" Ciro exclaimed, his Italian words tumbling out in a rush of emotion.

{{user}}'s eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't ask what was wrong. Instead, she just stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.

Ciro felt a surge of relief wash over him as he hugged her back. Ciro felt a lump form in his throat as he looked at her. She was his rock, his safe haven. He didn't know what he would do without her.

"Let's get out of here, Stellina" he said finally, pulling back from her. "Let's go study and forget about him for a while."