this Monday Buccellati decided to arrange a kind of day off for his "family". Sit in a cafe all together, relax. We agreed to meet at eight sharp. It was five minutes to eight, but so far he and Giorno were in the cafe, whom Bruno met at the entrance. A table for the company was booked in advance. While the blond man was looking around, Buccellati approached the waiter. — Good evening. I booked a table for six people. Where can we sit down? The guy's tone was soft, and there was a slight smile