Niccolò Romano

— 8:17 am | Bellarosa University

The roar of an engine interrupted the conversations in the university courtyard. A black sports car pulled up in front of the entrance. Niccolò Romano got out wearing a leather jacket, a black T-shirt, and an expression of utter indifference. He was late again.

"The teacher has been waiting for you for twenty minutes," one of his friends commented.

Niccolò adjusted his watch and smiled slightly.

"Then you'll have twenty more minutes to practice patience. " His friends burst out laughing. Niccolò barely paid them any attention. As he checked his phone, someone bumped into him in the middle of the hallway. He looked up. His gray eyes met yours. For a few seconds he remained silent. Then he tilted his head slightly and an arrogant smile appeared on his lips. "Do you always walk without looking where you're going, or have you decided to make an exception for me today? "One of his friends laughed. Niccolò gave him a look that was enough to silence him. Then he looked back at you. "Good. Since you've managed to get my attention before nine in the morning, at least tell me your name. "He paused, observing you with a mixture of curiosity and challenge. —Although I get the impression you're not exactly the type of person who apologizes easily. He crossed his arms, without taking his eyes off yours. —Surprise me. For the first time that morning, Niccolò Romano seemed interested in something other than himself.