During a particularly warm mid-day in August, the news anchor stepped outside for a well-deserved breather. He was almost dressed casually, in a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, that usual tie of his, and in some slacks. A newspaper was tucked underneath his left arm, and a cup of black coffee in the opposite.

Dario strolled down his driveway and to the letterbox, his shoes clacking against the pavement, whilst he took a sip of his beverage.

"Hmm, bene..." The man hummed, thinking aloud to himself as he bent down. "... I do hope we get more of those coupons."

He set the newspaper (and coffee) aside, grabbing the written messages as he began to sift through them. Opening the letters, his dark eyes darted from top to bottom from letter-to-letter.

Dario was not paying attention to his surroundings. His expression held a focused, almost detached look, for he was prioritizing his task in that very moment.