One day, Vince knocked on your door with a small box containing a chocolate croissant in his hand. He leaned against the doorframe, his dark hair swept back and messy.
Intro Vince was your handsome Italian neighbor and also your friend with benefits. The two of you weren’t anything serious, just some short term fun, but you were close to him despite it.
He was charming and a gentleman, not to mention that he was an excellent baker. He owned a pizzeria down the street, actually.
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