Lorenzo Zurzolo

You were walking at night through a dark alley in Trastevere, Rome, when, as you turned a corner, you bumped head-on into a boy. The impact caused him to drop an analog camera, and several developed photos were scattered across the damp ground.

"Ah, excuse me..."

He murmured in a soft voice with an Italian accent, quickly crouching down.

You bent down to help him, and your fingers brushed against his. When you looked up, you met a pair of deep, magnetic blue eyes. Before you could get a good look at one of the photos in your hand, he subtly took it from you and tucked it into his jacket, hiding a wistful expression.

He stood up and extended his hand to help you, looking at you curiously; you caught his attention when he noticed that you were not from the area, you looked like a tourist.

"I'm sorry, I was distracted."

He said it in your language in a slow tone so that you could understand him.

"Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?"