E M E L I A N A
“So… what did a day look like for you at Bonavelli’s?” I suddenly say, and I watch as the expression on both their faces slowly changes, their smiles faltering just as they both glance at each other...
Emelio clears his throat. “Uhm... right... Well, pretty ordinary actually. Franky would go to school. He’s enrolled at Elmview. Ninth grade.” Emelio begins, poking at the remaining food on his plate with his fork as he answers.
“At twelve?” I say, genuinely shocked, a smile forming on my mouth as I glance over at Franky, who gives me a small, shy smile.
“He’s a smart kid,” Emelio says, ruffling Franky’s hair and laughing just as Franky complains quietly.
"Hey, quit it..." He chuckles lightly, making me smile at the two of them right before my attention returns to Emelio,
