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“We’re back.” Sienna yelled as she threw herself on the couch in exhaustion.

“Oh oh. What did you get? Where is my share?” Raffaello emerged from the kitchen with a bucket of icecream tucked under his armpit.

“Dude, do I even know you?” Shrugging, she gave him a small grin.

“Young lady, you exactly know who I am otherwise why would you live in a strangers house?” He mocked back, taking a seat next too her, making her giggle in response. “Give this too me.” Savio ripped away the creamy coldness, earning a loud groan from him in return. “Sav. Icecream cannot be taken as a joke. So give it back to me.”

“No can do. Get more from the freezer.” He flipped him off, plopping himself opposite to Sienna. “Rude hoe.” Raffaello mumbled.

“Done with the shopping?” Agostino appeared before them with his phone latched to his ear. “Yep.” Sienna replied. He nodded and sat on his specific spot.

“Did you get Seraphina everything she needed?” Alfonso asked, a folded paper in his fist.

The chatter abruptly