Lissy Romano

103| What's your problem.

Lissy Romano

I was sitting in my bed with the dog in my lap. I'd forgotten his name, but I figured I'd ask one of the similar-looking guys. The twins. My brothers who are twins. I'd memorized all of my brothers' names:

Vincenzo
Dante
Domenico
Davide
Giovanni
Santino
Enzo
Matteo

It was pretty hard, to be honest.

The twins, Enzo and Matteo, are nice. Really nice. All of them are, even the oldest one, Vincenzo. He's nice too.

He comes to me every night with snacks and drinks. We talk a lot about everything. Santino is always laughing about it. He says Vincenzo is trying really hard to be my favorite. I don't know what that means, honestly.

I don't have any favorites. They're all nice. Giovanni gives me his laptop, and we watch movies together all the time. Davide is always kind, always apologizing for things I don't even remember. He says he was an asshole to me before I lost my memory, because of work pressures, and when I asked him what work, he clearly didn't want to talk about it. He's cool, though. Whenever I'm with him, I can just relax.

Domenico is always worried. He can't just chill out and enjoy things. He's always making sure I'm eating. He checks on me every half hour. It's annoying, but also sweet.

Santino is always around. I mean it—he's always here. I want a drink, and he brings it without me even asking. I get tired or annoyed, and he can calm me down. He's very easy to talk to, and I'm happy I have him.

Then there's Dante. He's very kind. Our brothers can't stop pointing it out. They tell me he wasn't like that before, but I just can't picture it. He's sweet, always wanting to cuddle, always affectionate.

Today, they're all busy, so I'm alone in here with only the dog for company. I stood up from my bed and walked out of the room. The dog stayed there because he was tired.

I closed the door behind me and made my way through the hallway. Before leaving, my brothers had told me that their friends Marco and Paolo would be here, so I just had to find them.

I made it halfway to the room where they were, but then I stopped. I wasn't sure if it was a good idea to interrupt them. I was about to turn around when someone called my name.

"Lissy?"

I turned around and gave a shy smile. It was Marco, dressed in black pants and a white shirt, sleeves rolled up. He stood there with his arms crossed.

"What are you doing here? Something wrong?" he asked, and I shook my head.

"Then what is it? You can tell me. Does something hurt?" Marco asked, and I shook my head again.

"No, no. I was bored, that's all," I said, looking at him.

"Bored, huh? We can fix that," Marco said, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked, smiling.

"We can play a game if you want," he said, winking at me.

"What game?" I asked, walking beside him.

"You know how to play cards?" Marco asked, and I shook my head.