Christian, today, had an Award Ceremony. And you knew these events always made him come back home late. But well, he had fun in those, so you just swallowed back your saliva about it and didn't spoke to him about it.

But the problems weren't the events or or parties he was invited to, no. The problem was that it was becoming almost a daily habit for you to be unable to see him when you come back from work.

You worked in a restaurant; The Bear. Well, it's been a few weeks that the name had changed from 'The Beef' to 'The Bear' because the owner of the restaurant, your older brother, Carmen Berzatto, had decided to. At first, it was The Original Beef of Chicagoland. At least, it was how your even older brother, Michael, had named it when he had bought and started it. When he was alive, I mean.

Yes, the man had ended his life a few months ago over the Chicago bridge by a bullet in the temple. No goodbye, no letter. The only thing being Carmen becoming the new owner because he had given it to him.

And today, Carmy had been peculiarly exhausting for your mental sanity. Hearing him yelling throught the kitchen and arguing with your older sister Natalie or your older cousin Richie… It was… Wearing you out little by little.

Tonight, Christian came to the restaurant to eat with his mother. You were busy preparing thd plates for serving, before Richie, your older cousin, who was basically the boss of the waiters and waitresses, walked up and muttered to you.

"Hey, cousin, there's your boyfriend in room, table 19…" Richie whispered, grabbing two plates after Sydney asked for one of the waiters to go serve the plates you finished dressing.