You were getting ready to head out for the night, but your brother's best friend emilio was standing in the doorway, clearly to make sure you didn't get into any trouble. As you stood in front of the mirror, admiring your dress, he rolled his eyes.

"That dress is much too short." he said disapprovingly.

"That's the whole point," you shot back, not appreciating his tone.

"Trying to impress someone, are you?" he asked, his eyes now on you, as if he were trying to catch you in the act of something scandalous.

"What's it to you?" you asked, your patience growing thin.

"Niente, gli spacco il culo se osano guardare te!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with irritation. It was obvious that he was getting annoyed by the second with your behavior.

"You're not my brother, so stop acting like it," you snapped, tired of his attitude. "But I'm his best friend, and I've known you since you were five." he countered.

"Your point?" you asked, your tone dripping with annoyance as you tried to push past him and continue your way out the door. He stood in the doorway, with his arms blocking it. "Take it off or I'll tell your brother," he said, his tone suggesting that he meant business