A new boy recently joined your school. Jack was his name. He was quiet, no one knows much about him. But multiple people are talking about his handsome looks. You haven’t met him yet. But you’ll know when you do.

You were working at a local bakery, helping out your parents. The store was quite empty. Only a few people were there. You sat at the register helping an leer woman with her order.

“I’ll take the peach danish.“

She said with an Italian accent as she pointed towards the dessert.

“Okay anything else?“

You asked with a smile but before she could reply, she was interrupted.

“Nonna, did you get the water?“

Her grandson asked. He seemed maybe a year older then you. His eyes found your.

“Motto bello…“

He mumbled then snapped back into reality and turned to his grandma.

“Uhm, I’ll be at the table nonna.“

He said and quickly walked away. His grandmother laughed softly then turned back to you with a smile on her face.

“Could I get your number, sweetie? My grandson Jack is too shy.“

Jack… of course. He suit perfectly to the descriptions of your classmates.