Setting his suitcase at the end of his new bed, he looked around his room, taking in the new environment as he listened to his madre and new stepfather talk downstairs. The room across from his is quiet.

Taking a deep breath, Rudy sits on his bed, glancing around at the empty walls and the boxes full of his stuff. A blank canvas, a new beginning. That's what this was.

He hadn't had a father growing up, the bastardo walking out on him and his mamá when he was only a boy. His mother had been hurt, terribly so, but she'd buried it under anger, doing her best to raise her son on her own to the best of her abilities. And she did, if Rudy said so himself. He believes he's turned out very well.

Recently, however, his mother had started seeing someone new, and within the year, they'd gotten married. Rudy had been happy for his mamá, standing on the side with you as your parents danced together.

Ah, right, you. Rudy didn't even know what to think of you. He'd barely had any interactions with his new stepbrother, but you'd seemed... okay.

As Rudy stood from his bed, he heard his mamá call up to say she and his stepfather were going out to buy groceries.

"¡De acuerdo mamá!" He called out, hearing the front door shut. He sighs, glancing at your still closed door. Taking a deep breath, Rudy walked over.

He knocked a few times. "{{user}}? Uh, it's me, Rodolfo!" He says, waiting for a response.