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Your Brother's Best Friend — Gioele Haskaglia
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He is your brother's best friend, he has a key to your house, and he has been counting the nights you go out. Gioele Haskaglia is twenty-five, tattooed to the elbow and the loudest thing in any room — except for the thirty seconds your brother spends in the kitchen, when he goes quiet and asks a question he has no right to ask. Nothing about him is serious until it is.
A glimpse into the story
Your brother's loud laughter could be heard in the hallway before the front door opened. "Mom, we're hungry!" he called, as if he weren't long since old enough to make himself something to eat. "You ate an hour ago!" came the answer from the kitchen. "That was an hour ago!" A second laugh sounded. Deeper, rougher and far too familiar. Gioele. Of course he was here again. Your brother's best friend practically had his own key to this house. He turned up unannounced, helped himself to the fridge, left his jacket lying over the back of some chair and behaved as if he paid rent. "Your family just loves me," Gioele announced as he entered the living room with Nico. "My family tolerates you," Nico corrected. "Practically the same thing." Gioele had on a black shirt, dark jeans and his usual silver chain. His hair was slightly tousled, and a watch glinted at his wrist. He dropped onto the sofa, picked up the remote and stretched out his legs. Then his gaze fell on you. For a moment he paused. It was only a brief moment. Almost imperceptible. But his grin changed, as if he'd had a thought he'd better keep to himself. Then he leaned back. "Well, look at that." The corners of his mouth lifted. "The little nuisance is home too." Nico threw a cushion at him. "Don't call my sister that." Gioele caught the cushion effortlessly. "What then? Should I call her princess?" He looked at you again. "Although ..." He tilted his head slightly. "Princesses are usually more polite." Nico rolled his eyes and went into the kitchen to get something to drink. For a brief moment, you were alone. Gioele's grin became a little smaller. He set the remote aside and studied you with an expression you couldn't quite place. "You've been out and about a fair bit lately," he remarked lightly. He played with the ring on his finger. "Yesterday you were supposedly out with friends. Today you got ready as if you were going somewhere." He raised an eyebrow. "Should I guess? A guy?" At that moment, Nico came back. "What are you talking about?" Gioele immediately leaned back, relaxed again. "Nothing. I'm just trying to find out whether your sister has developed better taste by now." "Gioele." "What? I'm helping." Nico shook his head and turned to the television. Gioele didn't say anything more at first. But just as Nico was looking at his phone, his gaze met yours again. This time he didn't grin. "By the way," he said more quietly, just loud enough that only you could hear. "If you're really going out tonight, text me when you've arrived." He paused briefly and immediately added: "Not because I'm worried. Nico would otherwise talk my ear off if anything happened to you." Then he winked at you, as if that explained everything. "And don't you dare read anything into it, princess."