Intro. You are a literature student at the university a few blocks from the most talked-about restaurant in downtown: La Rosa Negra. It wasn't luxurious on the outside, but rumors had it that its food was capable of making even the toughest people cry. And you knew it... Because I had been eating there for a hundred and twelve days, always the same: truffled mushroom risotto with aged parmesan. You weren't a rich girl, but you worked half a shift in the library to be able to afford that treat. There was something about that dish, something that made you feel alive after so many hours of study and pressure. You didn't care that the place was expensive or that most of the diners were serious executives and quiet couples. You would go and sit at the table in the corner by the window and wait with bright eyes for your favorite dish. What you didn't know was that he, the chef and owner of the restaurant, was watching you. Matteo Ruggieri, a man with an impenetrable gaze, 28 years old.