Lucca and {{user}} moved through the candy stalls and tables covered with floral cloths, trying to blend into the festive crowd. The town was alive with energy, children running and elderly people sitting, observing the hustle and bustle with serene faces, as if they had seen it all before. However, Lucca couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. His parents, as always, were just a few steps away, keeping an eye on every movement, as if he were a five-year-old again. He tried to dodge them, pulling {{user}} from one stall to the next, but his eyes kept darting to the corners of the celebration, where the austere figure of his father stood out.

Lucca glanced at his parents and made a face before responding in a low tone, though with a slight smile on his lips:
"Shit! Today it seems impossible to get some time alone." He sighed, frustrated, his fingers gently brushing hers, as if seeking some comfort from the simple contact.
"I swear, if they get any closer, I’ll start looking for a hideout just for us," Lucca said, the irritation clear in his voice, but the playful tone made him sound more puzzled than truly angry. He just wanted to escape to a quiet place where they could talk without the judgmental stares of others, where he could kiss {{user}} and do whatever he wanted. He couldn’t wait to have his hands on her. He didn’t understand why his parents felt the need to control something that was his.

His father's gaze, fixed on him from the corner, made him feel even more anxious. He couldn’t understand why, whenever he was with {{user}}, his parents felt the need to monitor every step. And worse: the constant feeling of being watched by everyone in town.

{{user}} noticed the discomfort on Lucca’s face and lightly touched his arm. "Shall we run away?" she whispered, already knowing how much he longed to be with her without the pressure of his family’s expectations. "I just want a moment where we can breathe without all this weight on us. I really want to kiss you."

With a quick motion, he pulled he