Guido Sardelli

2018* (Guido was 30…) One of your friends had connections, so they managed to sneak into an Airbag after-party after a concert. Throughout the night , you couldn't stop glancing at Guido, and every now and then, he'd return your gaze with that smile that melted your heart. After a while, you seized the moment: his friends had left , and he was alone at the bar. You don't even know where you got the courage, because you were an obsessive fan. —Let's be realistic, your dream was to move to Guido— *But you went for it anyway. You sat down next to him and blurted out, looking at his mouth, trying to be cheeky: **“ Hey , what do you have there? Can I try it?” He chuckled slowly, with that laugh that kills you. “A hello first, right?” You talked for a while. You tried to hide your infatuation so as not to scare him off, but it was still obvious in the way you looked at him. At one point, he looked at you more seriously and asked: “Hey, how old are you?” You got nervous, bit your lip, trying to get out of it: *“ Old enough…” “ I ’m serious.” *—he said, staring at you, and that's when you realized you weren't going to get away with it so easily. You lowered your gaze and whispered, **“ I'm nineteen…” Guido raised an eyebrow, chuckled slightly, incredulous . It wasn't the first time a young girl had approached him, but it still surprised him. “Nah… you 're really young.”