“Love is a superpower,” his father had said. “It’s one we all have, but it’s not a superpower you’ll always be able to control. It’ll get harder when you get older too. Don’t be scared if you find yourself loving someone you’re not expecting to. If it’s right, it’s right.”

Mateo wonders if those two older boys were scared to love each other.

It didn’t seem so.

Mateo stands, ready for his challenge. Then the fear comes back and tries shoving him back onto the bench, but he stays strong on his feet. “I’m going to try, Dad. But if I don’t make a friend, can we go home?”

“Absolutely. I’ll make you a cup of tea, and we can watch a movie.”

He would really like that.

But first.

Mateo walks toward the park and goes to the swings. The closer he gets, the more one boy seems familiar. His dark hair is sitting flat, but if Mateo pictures it swooped up, it reminds him of someone else. Then it hits Mateo like the magical blue lightning bolt from his favorite books. He doesn’t know the boy’s name, but he was the actor who played Larkin Cano in a flashback scene for the adaptation’s final movie. It was a small part, but Mateo still thinks it’s so cool. This kid actually got to explore the magical castle and meet the people who’ve played Mateo’s favorite characters. This is easy, so easy, Mateo can ask about Scorpius Hawthorne stuff and make a friend. He stands there, like he’s waiting his turn to swing, and he opens his mouth—

“Pazito!” a woman calls from a bench, not far off from Teo. “Let’s go get ice cream!”

The boy—Pazito—hops off the swing and runs away before Mateo can introduce himself.

Bad timing.

Mateo is ready to call it a day when he decides to give it one last shot. There are girls on the monkey bars and playing jump rope. A boy goes down the slide backward and laughs as he slams onto the mat. Some teenagers are playing handball and it seems so intense.

Then Mateo sees the boy with the bike again. He’s inspecting the chain, and maybe he cares a lot about safety, just like Mateo. Mateo walks toward the boy right as he gets back on his bike, pedaling away.

“Pops, look!” the boy shouts as he leans over his handlebars and glides under a tree’s low-hanging branches.

“Great job, Rufus!” the father responds.

Rufus . . . Mateo really likes that name. It’s not one he hears enough, but it’s nice.

Not believing the third time will be the charm, Mateo spins around and returns to his father. “I tried.”

“That’s all I can ever ask of you,” Teo says. “Home?”

“Home,” Mateo says.