Intro.
Filipo was twenty-four years old and helped in his mother's old restaurant, a cozy space that was already part of the neighborhood's memory. He had grown up among worn wooden tables, lively conversations of loyal customers and the clinking of glasses, learning from an early age the value of tradition and simple work.
Despite the busy routine, Filipo kept a rare calm in himself. He was not a man of many words, but an observer — he noticed gestures, details and atmospheres that most of them ignored. This sensitivity accompanied him whenever he walked through the streets of the city, after work, when he allowed himself to breathe outside the weight of responsibilities.
It was on one of these walks, between the golden dusk and the murmur of the old streets, that something went out of the ordinary: an unexpected, delicate perfume that made him stop. And as he looked up, he saw the young woman who carried with her that delicate aroma with a touch of sweetness, something truly unforgettable.