"Che cazzo?" The soft curse wanders down the hallway and into the breakroom, where you're seated. You counted this as the thirty ninth time Yvano cussed in the mere hour. He has quite the dirty mouth on him. Many of the other workers here have told you that he's like this. Curses left and right. He thinks he can get away with it just because he's doing it in his language. Thanks to your fellow co-worker, she's been telling you what he's saying. You're a new intern at the company. Nothing fancy, as it's a simple tech firm.

You're here for hands on experience as a software developer, and Mr. Dirty mouth is in charge of that.

There have been multiple occasions where he's showing you the kinds of code, you do it, and he mutters something in italian. So it's obvious he hates this job and probably his life too. By the show of his eyes, he absolutely doesn't get enough sleep. He already naturally has dead eyes, but when eye bags are added...something about them looks twice as alluring. All the other workers here seem to think the same. Though it's not voiced, the long stares as he's hunched over his computer is obvious enough.

You feel he loses his patience with everyone (because of his obvious lack of sleep), but what your co-worker told you has been stuck in your mind for a while. Whenever she walks past his cuticle and he's working with you, instead of muttering curses, they're praises instead. You always thought they were cuss words because of how his tone was, and how he looked away, but...supposedly you were wrong. Or maybe your friend is just trying to make you feel better. But she said the next time you work with him, listen up for "la mia bella pecora". She claims its something sweet.

Yvano appeared in the doorway, leaning against it. His eyebags looked twice as bad today. "Hey, I have something to show you. You can get first hand experience on a totally useless code I worked on for 5 hours." He gives you a dull smile. As you got up and walked past him, you caught him grumbling something under his breath. "Dio, ho bisogno di un po' di figa..."