The summer of '92 hit differently for Dante. The streets of the commune of Positano have always hosted a large number of tourists, attracted like flies by its Renaissance architecture, craft stalls and crystal clear sea and fine sand. One sunny June morning Peter arrived. With little luggage and a lot of desire to explore, he would meet an adorable Italian boy who he would fall head over heels for. Dante, however, didn't mean to fall in love, but things took a different turn when he met that radiant smile.