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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Adolphe watches Jacopo play and seems impressed. ]
You can play it just like that?
[ wow ]
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[ He actually has no idea if it's something he intrinsically learned, or if he had the latent talent for it. Doesn't matter since he still pauses in some areas when he gets a note or two wrong, having to correct it so the song sounds right. Sampling chords here and there, but eventually it does sound more like the song even though it sounded pretty good at the start, granted.... As best as he can remember it.
If he looked like he isn't much of a pop person, then you would be right.]
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What about your favorite tune?
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But eventually he starts playing Serie de Fragmento, predictably. He doesn't know how predictable it is of him. He just really likes this song. ]
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It sounds a little melancholic... where did you hear it first?
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You think so? It sounds peaceful to me.
[ But there probably is something melancholic, or monotonous about it. The question has him frown and knit his eyebrows as he tries to figure that out. A shrug? ]
... I don't remember, but I must have heard it from somewhere.
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[ But Adolphe won't push for the answer if Jacopo doesn't know either. ]
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[ He's struggling to remember, now that he's wondering if it's important—from where? ]
Well, we can't end the day on a melancholic note.
[ Plays a brighter tune, though not super energetic or fast. It's also slow. ]
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Adolphe listens. It's slow, but catchy. ]
It's nice. See? I didn't laugh. You didn't make a fool out of yourself or anything.
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You're saying that like I'm actually that delicate.
[ He was joking! Joooking, but he also wouldn't want to be laughed at in the end. Does that make it less of a joke. Probably. ]
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[ That's not the word Adolphe would have thought of, but. Okay, Jacopo. ]
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We can't just take what I say as hyperbole sometimes?
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You talked like you really meant it.
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[ He wants to doublecheck before saying anything. Plucks some strings. ]
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[ Adolphe isn't sure what else they would be talking about. ]
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[ He squints. Look, he's actually wary now. ]
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[ He has not! Not in this life! Where is the wariness coming from? ]
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... No...
[ He stays there for a while, but eventually scoots closer to Jacopo. ]
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He flicks his forehead. ]
It's a bit too late to worry about that when you act so familiar with me sometimes. [ YOU HAVE BEEN RUDE ] And I don't want you to feel like you're walking on eggshells... Because you're not.
[ Flicks his forehead a second time. ]
I'm fine and pretty resilient. [ Flicks his forehead three times in quick succession. ] You can treat me a little more roughly, actually. Just brace yourself for retaliation.
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Adolphe grumbles when the last one is done, finally pulling his head away. ]
... Like right now?
[ This retaliation of five forehead flicks. ]
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Could be worse.
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[ Just for that, he flicks Jacopo's forehead too. ]
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You can see for yourself someday.
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Maybe that day will come sooner than expected. ]
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