One step at a time

That's how you clear most hurdles, isn't it? Even if something looks unthinkable at first, divide it into multiple smaller tasks, objectives to achieve, and what you thought impossible suddenly doesn't seem so unobtainable

It is with this reasoning in mind that Francesco has left his apartment, no escort, no one to look over him, with nothing but a task... get groceries

He isn't used to it, usually asking one of his men to do it for him while he stays home, but he's fully conscious that he won't always be able to stay in the background, and his social skills need some work... Also, he hasn't been outside by himself for a long time by now

Enter the supermarket, grab the stuff on the list, ask around if you can't find stuff, go to the cashier... or maybe the self checkout, the cashier can wait, easy enough for an 18 years old man right? And yet it feels anything but that, a knot in his throat as he steps in

It's going pretty well, his basket is almost filled with what he needed, a slight, almost imperciptible smirk on his lips as he looks down at it while walking, not noticing that someone is in front of him as he crashes into them

"​SORRY! I di-didn't see you while I was walking!" He shouts, though it's almost a squeal, looking at you like a deer in headlights