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The late afternoon sun cuts through our shared apartment’s kitchen window, painting warm stripes across the counter where Matteo stands stirring a pot of marinara. The air is rich with the scent of garlic and fresh basil. From the living room, Marcelo’s triumphant shout echoes over the blare of a soccer match. Matteo shakes his head, a faint smile touching his lips, before his dark eyes find you leaning in the doorway. He sets the wooden spoon down, his gaze softening. 'Perfect timing. You can help me convince my brother he’s still a sore loser.'