THROUGH A FRACTURED EXISTENCE, TO THE RHYTHM OF ETERNITY.

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IL MATTINO

Il Mattino is an Italian cafe sidled between a bookstore and a jewelry boutique in small but popular business district, just a downhill walk from the local non-denominational Christian church and residential area. The ocean is less than a ten minute drive away and within view in the distance. The area is cool even when the sun is at its apex at noon with a tinge of sea salt in the breeze.

The cafe itself is medium-sized with plenty of light let in with the large storefront windows. The decor is simple, but accented with key decor with wheat centerpieces and plants. There are some trinkets that are displayed that may look out of place, like atop the charging counter there's a sliding puzzle painted in pink, orange, yellow, blue, purple, and all shades in between.

The cafe specializes in coffee and brunch, though pastries are sourced from local Italian bakeries in downtown Little Italy.

While the establishment has two floors, the cafe takes up the ground floor. There is a yard for some reason, but that's because there are four dogs. They're kept separate from the cafe to make sure patrons are not disturbed, but people are free to go outside to pet them. Reviews have mentioned the owner lives on the second floor and the dogs' names are Harold, Olive, Vera, and Rocco.

DRINKS ✦ FOOD ✦ all sorts of pastries available

Comments

[chrysanths]

[ Adolphe looks up to see Jacopo when he hears that voice. The cafe owner... but what he says doesn't exactly sound friendly. ]

... What did I do?

[ Damn. He thinks about leaving. Maybe this was a mistake-- ]

[obdure]

... Nothing. You're fine.

[ Oops. Fixes his tone. It would be too weird to say he wasn't expecting to see him—which would mean he had been thinking about him sometimes. That's too weird.

Also, he has not thought about him. Obviously. ]

What would you like?

[chrysanths]

[ the only thing this entire tag reminded me of was "can't catch me gay thoughts" ]

A recommended pastry, but a savory one this time.

[ Yeah! He'll leave that up to Jacopo. ]

Something filling too.

[obdure]

[ They are not gay... Well, he doesn't think they are. He kind of gets the idea that pastries are more affordable... This guy paid by cash and didn't have any credit cards from what he gleaned.

Still, he'll ask. ]

You wouldn't want something like a meal?

[chrysanths]

How many pastries would equal a meal for its cost?

[ Do the math, Jacopo. ]

[obdure]

You're talking about penny pinching in front of the cafe owner.

[ You're so comfortable? It's almost funny? But he isn't offended... He has been there before. It is however objectively rude. ]

I'll be right back.

[ When he returns, he has a plate with a toasted pastry... It is a leek fondue and house-made hot sauce one! Bacon(house-made) and leek fondue made with fontina cheese, house fermented fresno chili hot sauce, on our fluffy brioche bun. It is sizable. ]

[chrysanths]

[ Yeah, he sometimes wonders why even if the rudeness is pretty... normal, for Adolphe. He's still improving the social thing bit by bit, but sometimes he just thinks "fuck it" and we ball.

Adolphe taps on his netbook keyboard for a while until Jacopo returns. ]

Oh, wow. What is this?

[ also how spicy is this

is it unbearable white person spicy

or fake spicy

or so spicy that he'd want to die levels ]

[obdure]

A bacon and leek fondue brioche pastry with a drizzle of our in-house hot sauce.

[ It's good for white people... Probably more on the peppery side because this is an Italian cafe. It will have a noticeable kick where you can call it a hot sauce, but it won't be killing anyone. ]

Grain, meat, and some vegetables. You can say it's well-rounded, almost.

[ What is Adolphe working on... He will only take a glance at the book or the netbook. ]

[chrysanths]

[ Cool. Half of those words mean nothing to Adolphe, but he nods and eats it anyway. It's good and he keeps eating it.

The book is full of just text. Very definition of text with no line breaks whatsoever. The text is also a bit small, so it's hard to read. The network has a text document open that might summarize the book a little better: how to care for sleep apnea in children. ]

It's good. Thanks.

[obdure]

[ Maybe one day you will SPEAK UP, but it is good to affiliate words to flavors. Expand on your experience, etc.

Goddamn. Is this textbook the fucking bible is what he asks himself? The last he was in academia was some years back and he thinks his textbooks are so much more legible than this. Line breaks are IMPORTANT, but they aren't having small talk.

He shouldn't engage in it. ]

You're welcome. If you need me, [ Wait he meant "if you need anything," but he doesn't pause in fear it'll sound strange. ] flag me down. The last call for kitchen items is 2:30 pm, but... That may not be a problem for you.

[chrysanths]

[ Why would he bother... he has no motivation in doing that. ]

How long does this place stay open without the kitchen?

[ He's considering relocating when that happens. ]

[obdure]

[ adolphe....... you basic bitch... this is why they aren't the same person.

Jacopo was about to leave, but he raises his eyebrows. He places his hand on his hip and tilts his head. ]

Normally, another hour after... [ Though he's thinking of something that maybe could work out to have the evening open, just not as a cafe. More to think about later. ] You really deep in your work where you need to hunker down?

[chrysanths]

[ He has other things to focus on?? This isn't his problem!! ]

I considered napping for a moment.

[ He really is, for some reason, comfortable enough to say something outrageous to the cafe owner. ]

[obdure]

[ Blinks... Like several times?

THIS REALLY IS SO COMFORTABLE. HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME? ]

[chrysanths]

[ He looks up at Jacopo from his textbook. ]

Thanks for the food. You can bill me now or later. You must be busy, so go ahead.

[ Says all that as if he just didn't say something so stupid. ]

[obdure]

[ There's silence as he processes the series of events here.

The guy mentioned he wanted to nap and he only came to this restaurant once... Followed it up with trying to dismiss him and NOT FEEL WEIRD ABOUT IT?

He's perplexed and chuckles once.

Starts laughing after. ]

[chrysanths]

[ Adolphe squints at Jacopo. Even though Adolphe did all that just now, even he finds himself confused after a bit. He'd only say those things if he felt safe. This is a cafe. It's probably also Jacopo's home. But when he saw the multicolored sliding puzzle, he feels an emotion that he can't exactly place.

He finds himself staring at Jacopo as he laughs. ]

[obdure]

[ It's a weird... Yet familiar feeling and he's conflicted. Why can't he feel normal about this?

Where is the nostalgia and sentiment coming from? The answer should be no because why? ]

You can stay even after the staff's done cleaning, but you should go when I walk the dogs.

[ Jacopo lives here so there will be someone around until. Dogs. ]

[chrysanths]

Oh, that's... nice of you.

[ He's surprised, because he expected to be rebuffed about it. ]

Thanks.

[obdure]

It's a public service and responsibility to prevent an auto accident.

[ May this make him change his mind about thanking him. ]

[chrysanths]

How responsible of you.

[ Implying that he usually isn't as an insult. ]

[obdure]

Are you usually so willing to give compliments?

[ Implying that Adolphe has an attitude. ]

[chrysanths]

No.

[ He goes back to reading his book. Jacopo is dismissed. Adolphe wouldn't want to hold him up any longer.

He does end up staying past busy times though. ]

[obdure]

[ The staff is cleaning up the cafe and were instructed to leave Adolphe alone, though they obviously have questions... Some even peek over to see what he's doing, whispering among themselves until Jacopo tells them to stop being gossip mongers.

Some linger after hours to just chill a bit and they're all allowed to take home any leftover pastries that didn't sell. Only old croissants can be salvaged to make into almond croissants.

Anyway, Adolphe can nappy and everyone will be gone by then... Cafe is closed, no more customers... When he wakes up, there's a little leftover pastry on a plate. ]

[chrysanths]

[ He didn't think he would nap for real, but he found that he really needed it. He slept quietly... almost too quiet. It didn't even look like he was breathing at some times? Some customers probably thought Adolphe was knocked out at his table and occasionally asked the staff if he's okay.

Anyway, he wakes up and sees the empty cafe... then looks down at the little leftover pastry on the plate. It's quiet and he really just napped on top of an open textbook. He puts his netbook away inside a worn out backpack and closes the book as he munches on the pastry.

He thinks he should be going home soon, but he's still a little dazed after waking up. He'll give himself some time. ]