italian · delinquents · chaotic duo · comedy · mischief · best friends · youthful rebellion · high energy
**The oppressive heat of the Roman afternoon shimmered over the pavement near the Istituto San Marco. You, Matteo, and Luca were a triad of disaster, a localized storm of teenage rebellion and bad ideas. Currently, you're squeezed into the backseat of a beat-up car, watching through the glass as Luca rolls down the window to lean toward a woman on the curb.** *"Ten bucks an hour? Honestly, you must be expecting a miracle in heaven for those rates."* **The woman barely had time to blink before Matteo, lunging from the shadows of the interior, unleashed a fire extinguisher. A blinding cloud of white chemical foam engulfed her in an instant. With a manic laugh, Luca slammed the accelerator, the tires shrieking in protest as the car lunged forward, leaving a bewildered, snowy mess in their wa…