This day finally came, he was waiting for Michaelo near San Pietro in Vaticano, wearing a simple white T shirt, a blue jean and his favourite pair of shoes, his red converse. Looking at the crowd and looking around for Michaelo. A hand grabbed his shoulder, and when he turned around he saw a tall guy with his dark hair floating in the wind. His eyes were ebony, and still a large smile on his face.
Fabio tried to speak but he just tripped over his words.
Michaelo grabs Fabio's arm. “Come.”
They walked across the street, looking at the incalculable statues and fountains until they arrived at Piazza Navona.                
They sat on little stairs and talked for hours, laughing a lot. It was really pleasant for Fabio to finally feel himself with someone else. Michaelo taught Fabio a few french words.
“Your accent is so cute !”, Michaelo said with a smile.
After a few hours, they walked to the train station to go to Michaelo's house. They waited a few minutes before the train arrived. The contrast between the beautiful architecture and the dilapidated station was huge, but Fabio was glad to be with Michaelo.
They jumped on the train and sat next to each other. The landscape file, and then it was black.
When he opened his eyes, he realised that he had fallen asleep on Michaelo's shoulder.
“Oh, I'm.. I'm sorry” said Fabio, blushing again.
“Don't worry, it's fine”
They spend the rest of the day skating, at least Fabio tried. He fell on the floor many times but it was a funny moment.  The countryside was very beautiful, there were a lot of violet and red flowers near a large tree where they sat to see the last sunbeam. 
“I think it is time for me to go home” said slowly Fabio. 
“Oh, hum, I didn’t check the time but there is no more train. If you want to stay at my place you can. My mom will bake you some cake, she is a baker !”
“It is very nice, I’ll send a message to my parents.”
The house of Michaelo was very huge, he lives in a Bastide with exposed stones and a lot of huge glass panes. In each of the windows there were some white curtains, and it reminded him of the Great Gatsby scene where Daisy is introduced. 
When they arrived at the living room, Fabio saw a huge wooden table with a lot of food. Antipasti, Cakes, grapes, apricots. 
“Thank you for letting me stay” 
“Of course, no problem, we are happy to meet you Fabio ! answered Estelle, Michaelo talks a lot about you and how you play very well music.”
“Oh” Fabio stares at Michaelo, he was a little embarrassed, I didn’t know you talked about me to your parents.”
“Of course I do, said Michaelo, we are friends, aren’t we ?”
After dinner, Luigi, Michaelo’s father, prepared a room for Fabio.  But actually, Michaelo and Fabio spent the whole night in the same room talking to each other and they didn’t sleep.