Of Red Carnations & Golden Guitars

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There was an unusual occurrence in the cemetery today. This unusual occurrence was caused by a certain signore. He was sat by the entrance, of said cemetery, happily thrumming away at his golden guitar. The fact he was in a cemetery didn't seem to bother him, at all.

A sheet of Giornale di Sicilia was spread out in front of him, the title 'MARINO'S CONTINUE WITH DEBT-DEATHS' in bold, a collection of coins glinting on top of the article's picture. In contrast to the grim newspaper in front of him, his face radiated with sunny warmth. A young, pretty-lady was the first to take notice of him, and trotted over.

"Ciao, signorina! Do you like my music?" The signore greeted cheerily, stopping his fingers at the strings momentarily to talk.

The lady brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, "Si, your music is lovely." She replied politely, smiling shyly at the guitarist.

The man's eyes sparkled at the comment, before faltering slightly, "Are you visiting anyone here?" His voice was much quieter, but soft. He let his golden-green eyes wander over to his guitar, letting his tanned fingers skilfully tune his strings.

"Ah... I'm seeing my Mama..." The lady replied, appearing melancholic for a moment.

Upon tightening his last string, a sad smile morphed onto his face. "'Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, passing through nature to eternity'," he murmured, before his lips suddenly transformed into a cheeky grin, "Your Madre must been one beautiful woman to have had such a bella ragazza!"

The lady began to chuckle nervously, her cheeks tinged pink. "So bold," she sighed, before adopting a thoughtful look, "I never did get your name..." It was more of a statement than a question.

"I go by Lorenzo, signorina! I wonder, what name does a beautiful lady like yourself have?" Lorenzo questioned aloud, an innocent look on his face.

Looking down at the paved ground, the young lady began scuffing her shoes against the stone. She looked slightly embarrassed, and reluctant in answering, "Its... Maria Lombardo." 
"Dio! What a cute name!"

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This morning had been an unpleasant one for Maria. After having her last good dress ruined by the Vargas brothers, she no longer wanted to linger at her home. Instead, she chose to go out for a walk. The weather was fine, after all, even if she was wearing her shabbier clot-

"-Buongiorno-Signorina-Maria!" A voice sang out behind her.

Abruptly interrupted from deep thought, she froze, before turning her face around, to be met with a handful of red carnations. Behind them was none other than the signore with the golden guitar, Lorenzo, in all his glory.

"'I count myself in nothing else so happy, as in a soul remembering my good friends'." He recited, whilst mischievously grinning. The flowers were pushed into Maria's hands before she could even utter a word, "For you, Signorina Maria. A thank-you for appreciating my music and making my day!"

Maria gaped at the gift in her hands, "Th-this... this is too much! You can't expect me to take all... all this-"

"-then invite me for lunch! We will then be on equal terms!" Lorenzo interrupted, again. Despite how rude it was, the twinkle in his eyes made it seem as though he'd done nothing wrong.

After a few more minutes of futile protests by Maria, they were soon having lunch at Ristorante Tetto Rosso.

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