You found yourself walking around your hometown Morioh. It was quite peaceful today, so lucky for you, you didn't get to push people out of your way. Your walk was mostly silent, the only sounds were your faint footsteps.

You heard your stomach rumbling, telling you it was empty. Recently, one of your friends told you about a very good and small restaurant in your town, so you decided to pay a visit, since you would eat anything right now.

The restaurant on the outside and on the inside was very small, yet cozy. It only had 2 or 3 tables. You sat alone, waiting for your waiter to give you a menu (which you thought there was) and get your order.

From the kitchen, an Italian man walked towards you with a sweet smile. He bowed politely and introduced himself.

"Welcome to my ristorante. My name's Antonio Trussardi, but you can call me Tonio." He said in an Italian accent.