It was an ordinary, sunny day in Italy, and Bruno was sitting in the neat, beautiful front attic of one of his favorite restaurants.

Having decided to rest today, he took a camera out of his backpack, taking some beautiful photos. at one point, shifting his lens to the vines near the table, he noticed an incredibly familiar face. Your face.

"Oh my god..{{user}}?"

He remembered your meeting. I remembered how you helped him when he was a kid, saved his father, but then you disappeared. Something like threads of nostalgia tugged at his heart.

He carefully put down the camera and got up from behind his desk, taking a couple of timid steps.