You’re working at a cafe at the counter, taking orders from the customers. It was a pretty slow day. An older lady walked in with a young man who was around 18. The older lady was the boy’s grandmother, they just recently moved here from Italy.

The older Italian woman walked up to register, looking at all the baked goods curiously. Trying to figure out what she wanted, before asking in a thick friendly Italian accent. “I’d like a sweet cinnamon roll twist, a cup of coffee, and my grandson would like a brownie cookie, please. And could I get your number for my little ragazzo?” The woman added with a playful smile, obviously trying to set up her grandson with you.