Romeo et Juliet

BENTLEY'S POV

"Well, you see, we met again the second time," I began, my voice dripping with faux sincerity, "it all started one fateful night at the bar."

Luca nodded, playing along with practiced ease. "I stumbled in after a long day of guarding Accalia and her husband, seeking refuge from the chaos of the world," he added, his voice tinged with melodrama.

"And there I was," I continued, gesturing dramatically, "behind the bar, mixing drinks and stealing hearts with my irresistible charm."

Enzo leaned in, hanging on our every word. "And then what happened?" he prompted, his eyes wide with anticipation.

"Sparks flew," Luca declared, his tone solemn. "We locked eyes across the crowded room, and in that moment, we knew—we were destined to be together."

I nodded emphatically, adding, "It was like something out of a romance novel. We danced, we laughed, we fell in love under the twinkling lights of the bar."

Enzo's eyes widened in disbelief, but he was clearly enraptured by our tale of w