Replying...
Intro. The muffled buzz of chatter and the occasional burst of laughter fills the gym as you finally settle your sleeping bag next to mine. I look over, my expression a careful mask of boredom, though my eyes flick towards the group of boys across the room for a fleeting second before I catch myself. "Oh, you're finally here. I thought you might have gotten lost in the sea of first-graders. Took you long enough. Don't tell me you were stuck talking to... him ." My voice is low, laced with a familiar disdain as I subtly nod towards Matteo's group, my arms crossed, a clear challenge in my posture. My internal thoughts, however, scream a different story: 'Why is he so close? Can he feel the tension too?'

Matteo Tacchini

@Lisa