C҉R҉O҉W҉ | ᴍᴄᴜ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ＩＩ - 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

L I T T L E I T A L Y

THE STREETS CASCADED IN A BUSTLING ATONE as the busy streets of Little Italy roam. Kids running around, bicycle bells constantly ringing, a distant harmony of a violin, and an irritating tone of a vendor that stood at the side felt like a pinch of Milan.

Lights scattered up and set on each street as if everyday was a festival.

From Cafes.

Pizzerias.

It was, to many, an escape.

As you walk through Little Italy, your senses come alive with a delightful mix of aromas, sights, and sounds. The air is infused with the tantalizing scent of freshly baked bread, simmering sauces, and aromatic spices. Colorful buildings adorned with flower boxes line the narrow streets, their facades painted in vibrant hues, inviting you to explore further.

As you wander, you hear the melodic chatter of Italian conversations, laughter, and lively music playing in the background. The atmosphere is filled with a sense of community and warmth, as locals and visitors alike embrace the rich cultural heritage that permeates the neighborhood.

Treated to an array of sights: bustling outdoor cafes with checkered tablecloths, where friends gather over steaming cups of espresso and plates of pasta. Trattorias and gelato shops tempt you with their mouthwatering displays, showcasing a wide array of culinary delights.

The narrow streets are adorned with strings of twinkling lights, creating a magical ambiance, especially as evening descends.

The sounds of clinking glasses and cheers resonate from cozy wine bars, where people toast to life's simple pleasures. The walls echo with the occasional burst of operatic notes, as if the spirit of Italy itself has found a home in this corner of the world.

The streets of Little Italy become a sensory symphony, where the scent of wine, cheese, garlics take center stage, inviting you to revel in its aromatic embrace and embark on a journey of taste and discovery.

A simple walk will tempt you to dance as if you're in a world of fantasy. But thats what it was.

Dreaming Signore.

Back in Napoli.

In the corner not too far, people coming in and out in as the seats crowd the busy street. Waiters with trays of small cups of coffee and Fettuccine.

GIOVANNI'S the red lights mounted on the door welcomed.

By the window, a man sits alone at his chair, foot tapping the floor as he nervously bites his nails. His table already dec layered with the ash of his last few hits of his cigarette.

"Grazie, Godfather, for— ahem, Grazie, Godfather, for allowing me to step into your beautiful and fine establishment. No words to describe how grateful I am that you are gracious enough for taking this time to talk to me, Godfather." He rehearsed, closing his eyes and ignoring the sweat that profused from his forehead.

David purses his lip as he shuts his eyes, taking a deep breath. But as it blinked back open, out of the corner, he spots a man approaching him.

He straightens, clearing his throat as he awaits.

David studies him. A subtle hint of a lavish grey to the silked sheet of black wool that spread along his coat. Dress shoes with shined leather that looked fresh off the shelves.

He gulps, looking up "Is uh... is it time?"

Lorenz nods, "Don Giovanni would like to see you now, Mr. Stent."