Mon Amour Pedru

The reporter stood in front of the camera, holding the microphone with great composure. She turned to the two men standing behind her and asked,
"After opening your new company, how do you expect your success to turn out?"

Francisco placed his hand on his friend's shoulder, pulling him closer.
"Well, we believe that success won't just be about making money. We want our company to remain known even after decades. Right, Lorenzo?"

Francisco asked his friend at the end, his friend who was distracted-his eyes fixed on... his sister?

"Lorenzo?" Francisco whispered sharply, pinching Lorenzo's arm. Lorenzo's eyes looked as if little hearts were glowing from them.

Lorenzo quickly looked at him, smiling awkwardly as he placed his hand on his friend's shoulder as well. At that very moment, the cameras snapped several photos.
"Yes, of course," Lorenzo replied, absentmindedly.

All Lorenzo could think about was Rovelia.

Rovelia, whom Lorenzo hadn't seen in many years.

Rovelia, whom he had only glimpsed in the media photos since that accident.

Rovelia, whom he once thought was just a childhood crush, nothing more.

Rovelia.

He hadn't seen her since that accident, and now here she was, gripping her crutch firmly, with her sister Giulia beside her.

And now-he had seen her again.
And now-she was going to work with him.

It wasn't just a fleeting childhood crush, was it?