He was a patient man.
He wouldn't mind to wait for the right time to reap what he thought he deserved.
He had lived in the dark for far too long, that happiness was such a foreign notion for him.
Until you crossed his path and awakened something dee...
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It had been one year and a half already.
No ... maybe two years or longer.
It was a week or two after you enrolled for the dance company. That was when the last time you had two slices of margherita with generous dashes of olive oil on top, with a serving of affogato they made with your favorite vanilla ice cream. The time before your grandmother shoved her diet program on you, telling you to dutifully follow without fail. Even when the memory was years ago, but you would always remember how the pizza always made you crazy for more.
The aroma of fresh brewed espresso mixed with delicious fragrant arrabiata sauce hit your nose instantly when you stepped your foot inside the cafe, a few blocks from Fransesco Cilea theater -where your dance company was stationed. Just a glimpse of view from the window got you ignored your grandmother's possible reaction if you choose to indulge in that mouth watering calzone you've been craving since forever.
Renzelli had not changed one bit since the last time you came here. Still maintained its tall concrete finish walls minimalistic decorated with historical portraits from old Calabria town scenery, row of black steel french windows, maple wood round tables and fanback windsor chairs set around the space, with stainless and glass condiment jars neatly arranged on top of each table.
The long glass warm and cold showcase displayed colorful desserts from cakes, choux, flaky and puff pastries. The heavenly smell reminded you of their signature desserts -tiramisu and lemon pie, which you would always choose between the two alternately. Their selection of gelato stood next to the cashier, still with a big pot of jade plant a few inches from the showcase. The plant though solitary, looked so pretty with its pink flowers bloomed scattered over the thick glossy leaf pads, complemented the colorful flavors of gelato inside the glass display.
Today was supposed to be celebration day, courtesy of Mr. Romano. Or Mr. Kim, you weren't sure how to address him. Maybe Mr. Kim would be more appropriate, since he asked you to. You didn't cross path with him anymore since the first time you acquainted with him- three months earlier, other than a few glimpses of the pretty man when he attended three performances at the theater, to accompany his girlfriend.
