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Loogie doesn't know why he was here.
I mean, he's one of the restaurant owner's sons. Why should he be a waiter?
He's not supposed to work. he should be sitting down, eating and enjoying the most delicious pasta.
But instead, he's there, setting up the tables for the night shift, the busiest shift of all.
His family recently moved to South Park to oversee his new location; A week ago they opened and it was a resounding enthusiasm.
That young man with black hair responded with a frown to the smiling look of his mother.
He was punished and had to pay by helping his family's place.
The oldest of his brothers: Francesco, was at the cash register counting everything until the arrival of the employees. The one in the middle:, he was sitting in one of the chairs making fun of his younger brother.
This would be a long night...
And as I imagine it, the same thing happened
And as I imagine, so it happened.
In the evening the restaurant was packed.
He worked as a mule. From here to there, from here to there. He was tired, frustrated and sweaty, and to top it all off, tomorrow would be his first day of school.
He was angry, dealing with customers was not his strong suit and he was about to explode.
Nothing could be worse.
But the door opened and more customers entered.
He was about to throw in the towel.
But a chestnut hair caught his attention.
A young chestnut-haired man, and with a smile I filled him with curiosity.
Who was that boy?
Loogie was interested...