Bucciarati was pretty much like those old-fashioned and romantic lovers: writing you love letters, giving you flowers, and pretty much being all lovey-dovey.

Today, since you didn't have any missions, he prepared both of you a nice little romantic dinner in the headquarters' kitchen (while telling Abbacchio to deal with the others so you both had some privacy). He guided you there, telling you to take a seat on the fancy-decored table while he went to grab the dinner he made for the occasion.

"I hope you like the dinner, amore. I made it myself." He said in a loving tone, giving you a smile before setting a plate of your favorite food right in front of you, then going to his own seat.