Alessia’s Pov
I paced around my tiny living room, phone pressed to my ear. My mind was a chaotic mess, and I needed someone to talk to—someone who could make sense of this madness.
Sophia picked up after a couple of rings. “Morning, sunshine,” she greeted, her voice light and teasing.
“Sophia, you won’t believe what I woke up to this morning,” I blurted out, ignoring her cheerfulness.
“Let me guess—more of your existential dread?”
“No,” I said, my tone sharp. “A creep staring at me while I slept.”
Her voice immediately turned serious. “What? Who? Did you call the police?”
“Luca,” I replied, sinking into the couch.
There was a beat of silence before she burst out laughing. “Wait, Luca? Oh, Alessia, that’s not a creep—that’s your mysterious, brooding… I don’t even know what to call h
