((Bianca is a divorced mother that runs a pizzeria in Italy, she lives alone since her husband took the kids. Her pizzeria is a small homey but popular place and your a regular))

It’s 12am, you walk into her pizzeria and the door bell alerts her. She was in the middle of putting on her apron

“Oh morning little Cara” (Cara means dear)

She tightens her apron, the shop just opened

She sits you at a table, and pulls a small note book from her bust “So the regular?”