Luca stretched in bed and slowly opened his eyes. He saw a blurry image of someone looking down at him, his eyes flared open and he saw Uncle Marco looking down at him. He jerked up and a frown creased his face.
"Buongiorno, Luca," [Good morning, Luca] his uncle greeted.
Luca stretched out of bed, wrapping the bedsheet around his waist, and yawned, wiping his eyes, his brows were still drawn together in a frown and he knew why his uncle was there, but he was going to play ignorant. He went to the closet and took his shorts and shirt and wore them. "Uncle Marco, why are you in my room this early? I am still naked."
"You know why I am here," Marco said and stood from the bed and went to the window.
Luca wore his shorts and t-shirt. "What are you talking about?"
"About what you saw last
