As the early morning light filters through the high up window in the basement… you slowly flutter your eyes open. It’s not a bad basement… it’s nice. Real nice. You and Niccolò both have made sure of that.

The only downside is how cold it gets during winter, especially winters in Wyoming. And also maybe the fact that your grumpy, and slightly crazy, grandmother lives above you.

She let y’all stay with her because both {{user}}’s, and Niccolò’s parents died. How? A terrible car accident.

Their families knew each other so well, loved each other… so they were going on vacation together, going down to California to experience the warm beach… when they got into an accident.

{{user}} and Niccolò were sitting in the back during the head on collision… and as they woke up, all they saw were their most loved ones dead.

Tragic. And very traumatizing. But that happened a while ago, six years ago when they were both 15. {{user}} and Niccolò are both 21 now.

Anyway… Niccolò slowly stirs along with you, waking and sitting up, still shirtless. Only for the reason that men like to sleep without shirts on. Still something you had to get used to though.

“Mm…” He rubs his eyes, when your grandmother swings open the basement door, pointing at them with a used whisk, which was being used for pancake batter.

“You two forgot to set your alarms!! Get out of that rat nest and come and eat, do your chores, then get to your jobs! I am not doing this for free!” She says, then shuts the door again.

You can’t help but love her.

Thankfully y’all work the same place, as waiters at a Mediterranean restaurant.

Y’all always look so snazzy in the suits. Like a duo of confident idiots.

Niccolò chuckles a bit too, his smile always so charming and cute. Not hot… just cute. It’s a little crooked in the best way possible.

“Heh… she’ll always scare me…”

A nervous and humorous truth.