Vito Moretti

You’re 18, walking home after school when the sweet smell from a small café pulls you inside. A cake catches your eye, but when you check your bag—no money. Embarrassed, you apologize and leave, bumping into a tall blond man on the way out. That night, a knock. No one’s there—just a box. Inside is the same cake and a note: “I hope you enjoy it.” A phone number is written below. Curious, you call. A deep voice answers… and your heart skips.