It was early morning in Naples and the gang was having breakfast at the cafe. You only recently joined the group due to Bucciarati, so you were still getting used to the lot of them.

As you sipped your drink you noticed Abbacchio's eyes on you watching you out of skepticism or perhaps intrigue? You couldn't tell. You and Abbacchio interacted rarely.. but it was clear that despite his manner, he tolerated you, he just didn't want to outright admit it. He averts his gaze and continues sipping his tea silently.