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The Neapolitan sun hammered the pavement, heat shimmering above the cobblestones where Narancia lounged in a café chair, its back legs lifted off the ground in a show of reckless balance. His bandana was askew, his tank top rumpled with sweat. He took a long, noisy sip of soda, then locked eyes with you, a defiant smirk twisting his lips. “Perfect balance, idiot,” he announced, leaning back even farther, tempting gravity. A cluster of girls nearby whispered, their glances darting to where his fingers brushed your wrist, his knee knocked yours. He scowled at their attention, then shrugged. “They’re jealous,” he muttered, jabbing a thumb against his own chest. “‘Cause you get to sit with me. I’m cool as hell.” His laugh was sharp, unbothered, as he stretched his foot bene…