THROUGH A FRACTURED EXISTENCE, TO THE RHYTHM OF ETERNITY.
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.

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Thanks. [ A sigh as he looks down at all the papers. He will sort these in a bit. ] When will you be coming back?
[ Nonchalant. ]
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[ He is going to be so hungry... ]
Do you need me for something?
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[ It's... A vague apology for not having woken up and make breakfast like he mentioned.
Jacopo gathers the papers and puts them on the coffee table, then heads to the kitchen. When he returns, he has a meal bar. Here you go. ]
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[ He immediately opens and eats it. He's really hungry...... ]
I'll come back here by then, so I'll get going. See you later.
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Good luck.
[ The Dogs sense Adolphe is leaving, so they also swarm to say goodbye. Just little head bumps against his legs, no crowding.
They will all see you later. ]
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Adolphe does indeed return after several hours. He looks exhausted again like yesterday, but this is him trying to hide it. It must be beyond exhaustion if he can only hide so much of it. He follows Jacopo's directions and goes through the yard with the given keys. He eventually makes it back and sighs. ]
I'm back...
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They don't follow him in because they want to stay outside longer. Jacopo is home and from the kitchen: ]
Welcome back.
[ A delicious aroma wafts through the whole space, even though he cracked the windows open. Looks like the place got cleaned, too. ]
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What are you making? It smells really good.
[ There's slight anticipation that he feels, which... is something he hadn't felt in a while, at least in a positive light. He goes to put his backpack down inside the room before walking back to the kitchen to peek. ]
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Seafood risotto.
[ He isn't in his pajamas, but just general lounge at home clothes. On the stove, there is a big pot of risotto, then on the side is an assortment of seafood. Shrimp, clams, mussels, squid, scallops, and crab.
It's a bit more prep and cooking than he normally would do, but... To make up for not making breakfast earlier. ]
I didn't get to eat lunch and we're nearing dinner in a couple of hours, so I decided to make a lot.
[ Because less dishes and pots to clean if they just eat everything in one meal, right? ]
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To make up for not eating breakfast and lunch...?
[ Adolphe doesn't think eating quite works this way, but. Okay. If it works for Jacopo, then he supposes it's fine. Adolphe has a normal appetite under normal conditions, so he'll be eating a moderate portion. ]
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... I am very hungry.
[ Unlike the man who had two meal bars, he had nothing because he got sucked into chores. He stirs the risotto, then adds the parmesan in. ]
How was your appointment?
[ He doesn't know what the fuck it's for. ]
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It's...
[ Adolphe sits at the kitchen table in silence. ]
... draining. I'm sure I'll feel better after I eat.
[ Luckily, he's not hangry. ]
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[ He was going to tell Adolphe he can serve himself since he doesn't know how much he wants, but he's already sitting.
He will just scoop a moderate amount of risotto, then add a seafood assortment. A sprinkle of garlic oil, I guess some parsley, too.
Onto the table, then glasses of water. Time to eat. ]
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It's really good. It matches the amount of savory that I like.
[ Somehow?! Adolphe looks amazed. ]
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It is quite good. Very seafood. Very cheese... ]
Does it? [ Sips water. ] We have similar tastes then.
[ Coincidence, really. ]
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He doesn't think on that. ]
It feels really luxurious to eat like this...
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All right. We have to knock that off before I spew chunks. [ He'll just assume flattery, even though Adolphe does not seem like the type. It's why this is just a joke. ] It's something you can make, too. It's not that hard.
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If I have the recipe and ingredients, I can make it. It's just a matter of getting all those ingredients for the sake of this one meal.
[ He could probably do leftovers, but. ]
Then I would have to think of how to use all of it up before they go bad...
[ He's feeling a little stressed just thinking about it so he eats some more. someone help this neurotic man ]
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This is out there for him still even if Sunday is his rest day. That's time he could use being productive, but he's found that he enjoyed cooking. Maybe it's because there's someone else... And they brighten up after a spoonful when they had a draining day. They say it's "luxurious."
Going out of his way to cook a good meal is not that bad. Time lost, but he finds it worth it. ]
Do it for occasions, then. Honestly, you don't need to make it seafood. You can make a risotto easily, then choose whatever protein suits your fancy. Cut small pieces of ham and mix it in. You can cube canned meat and throw it in.
[ Tries to cut things out easily for him. He's used to it when proofing food for the cafe. ]
Rice freezes well, so risotto should, too. [ ... ] If anything, I'm also here to eat through it if you wanted.
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Jacopo's advice is appreciated and now Adolphe is just thinking about making these in bulk for leftovers in the future. He could probably go on for days with risotto...
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If you're fine with leftovers, then... if you'd like, you can.
[ Jacopo and his meal bars. ]
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Raises an eyebrow as he finishes his plate, then gets up to serve himself more. ]
Why wouldn't I be fine with leftovers?
[ He eats them when he does have them... When he does cook, which he does. Just nothing over the top, usually. ]
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... I can't help but to think that when the food I keep seeing from you has good quality to it.
[ Yeah. Yeah....................... Sorry. Adolphe's food standards are on the floor. He just needs sustenance. ]
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I thought I mentioned I don't normally cook anything extravagant.
[ He's back with his second serving of risotto and seafood, eating at a regular pace. Just hunger. ]
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[ When he sees Jacopo get another serving, he suddenly wants some more too, so he gets up to serve himself some more. He goes back to the table. ]
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[ They won't always have time to have good meals!! Or will they because you know what... ]
It is nice to have a warm meal after a long day, though.
[ To eat with someone, too. He doesn't want to admit that it would be nice to do this more often. ]
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