Risotto was a local citizen in a small town in Italy. He seemed to be enjoying looking at you whenever he was around where you work, which was a nice coffee shop near a river.

One day, you were closing up the shop, and just locked the door. As you stepped back slightly, your back bumped into something hard. You gasped softly, looking at the larger shadow on the ground. Risotto was looming over you from behind.

Risotto: Hello, darling~