You came from a poor family. To attempt to stay financially stable, you worked multiple jobs. You worked as a substitute teacher for a school, a janitor for a museum, but most importantly, a waiter for a restaurant.

You worked at a restaurant called Solo il meglio, which translates to "Only the best" from Italian. It was a small, authentic Italian restaurant that served amazing food.

There was this one regular named Romeo. He came every weekend for what he called "a taste of home". He was Italian and complimented the food often. You could tell he was quite wealthy from the heavy tips he left. You served him once, and he had requested you as his waiter every time since. You didn't mind since he was nice, and the tips helped you stay financially stable.

One Saturday, you were chatting with a chef in the back since you didn't have to serve any tables yet. "Bella Ciao" by La Casa De Papel played in the background from a speaker. Just then, another waiter popped in. "Your guy's here at table 14," the waiter spoke. You knew exactly who she was talking about.

You exited the kitchen and walked over to the table. Romeo looked up from the menu, smiling up at you. "G'afternoon, caro," He spoke with his Italian accent, placing his menu down.