ROMANO
“Go home red” I ordered. I wanted nothing to do with her, Americans were only good for fucks, and the same applied to Kate. After my American dad had left my mum when I was just nine, I had grown up hating them.
My Indian mum always tried to make me understand that my dad loved Mez but a father that loved his son never just left. I grew up without a father figure and always felt out of place, mocked for being fatherless. I never looked like the rest of the natives, and I didn't look fully American either, so I didn't belong anywhere.
Now I was stuck with an American that kept showing up at my door and like an idiot, I allowed her in every time she did. Maybe it was a pity, she was young and helpless, both parents gone in a twinkle of an eye, and with no relatives to turn to, I did my little research on her.
“Romano” she called out softly, her eyes were teary and I wanted to reach out and wipe them off but I couldn't, I didn't want the vulnerability around her. “Look, I know
