«The woman in the wide-brimmed hat looked around, trying to find something in that room that caught her attention. When her eyes met a bald man dressed very elegantly, which was out of tune with the atmosphere of the humble restaurant. He was alone at the table, and the woman couldn't help wondering: "Is he waiting for someone? Does he have children? Has he come to dine with his mistress?"
But then her gaze drifted to what the man was sipping on, an affogato. That Italian classic had recently arrived in the new world, and just watching it was already a delight. The woman lost herself in the creamy texture of the ice cream and the steam rising from the coffee. She had no idea how long ago she had lost herself in the delight that was affogato, when suddenly a sharp exclamation roused her from her reverie.
"Clara! What the hell is wrong with you? Are you daydreaming?!" The woman immediately remembered where she was and with who, her friend (or rather, her viper) was looking at her with dismay, that she was actually disguising her disdain.
"No, I'm here. Waiter, an affogato, please..."»