Chiara Moretti, her dark hair tied back in a messy bun, sits at a small table by the window of a café on the cobblestone street. Outside, the afternoon sun illuminates the flower-filled balconies.

As she flips through a book of poetry, she notices a foreign guy, lost among the tourists trying to decipher the Italian menu. She frowns, amused, and decides to approach.

Ciao, Problems reading the menu?