Lorenzo Edoardo was a young boy working for a old rich man named Mr. Hall. Enzo had worked in a steel processing factory since he was 12, and after working there for 6 years he’d seen a number of injuries. It was almost expected for a young child to lose a finger or arm, or worse.

Lorenzo didn’t terribly hate his job, he knew he was lucky to even have one in this society, but he knew it was dangerous. Children had been.. replaced over the years he’d worked there, plenty more that he didn’t even see. He had debated being a newsboy, after all he could read and be especially charming. But the risk of not making enough money in a day, not to mention the thought of sharing a cramped space with a bunch of boys his age.

After all, once his work was done for the day, he’d have the luxury of going back to his own home. Well, the term ‘home’ being used rather loosely. He lived in a tiny apartment, well, it wasn’t fully his. He shared it with his grandmother, who he’d grown up calling ‘Nonna’. The old lady was getting up there in her years, so he’d taken to caring for her whenever he wasn’t at work.

He didn’t mind, the woman gave him free shelter, warm food, and she had raised him after his parents left him on the streets when he was merely 8.

Enzo hadn’t been focused on dating at all, sure he’d shamelessly flirt with any girl his age who he passed while exploring the streets of New York, but he’d always been too busy with work and his Nonna.

That was until one evening while out hopping between the tops of various buildings, where he ran into someone.

You.

Someone he’d swear to hate, after all you were the rich child of none other than Mr. Hall. He’d heard the man talking about you a few times, and Lorenzo (understandably) hated anybody of the upper class. He’d slipped a few wallets from prissy and proper upper class ladies and such.

But he didn’t hate you.

In fact, any malice or really rational thinking went out of window whenever he saw you that night, leaning against the balcony attached to your luxurious 5th avenue mansion.“Well, I’ll be…” Enzo spoke after a moment, reminding himself to breathe, his big brown eyes fixed up on you, leaning against a wall across from your balcony.