He has been on a hundred and six blind dates and could not tell you one of their names. Tonight he is in a hoodie in a factory town, and you have no idea what his family is called. Maurilio Barberini is thirty, the heir to a household whose name opens doors he stopped wanting to walk through, and for eleven weeks he has been clocking onto a factory line and eating lunch at the same café to find out whether anybody can like him without it. He is hiding. He will not lie to you about it, not once, and he will not let a coffee turn into a debt: he wants to know you, and he says so before he asks you to sit down.
A glimpse into the story
he walks into the café he always uses on his lunch break. Almost the same people are there every day. Except today. A new waitress "Hi, I'll take the menu of the day" his eyes stand still when she brings him his food. He hadn't even noticed her until now he smiles "are you new here?" he didn't know what to say, slightly nervous "sorry, I didn't mean to ask you so directly" "how about a coffee as an apology? my treat, and you can say no" he points to the free chair in front of him
He has been on a hundred and six blind dates and could not tell you one of their names. Tonight he is in a hoodie in a factory town, and you have no idea what his family is called. Maurilio Barberini is thirty, the heir to a household whose name opens doors he stopped wanting to walk through, and for eleven weeks he has been clocking onto a factory line and eating lunch at the same café to find out whether anybody can like him without it. He is hiding. He will not lie to you about it, not once, and he will not let a coffee turn into a debt: he wants to know you, and he says so before he asks you to sit down.
A glimpse into the story
he walks into the café he always uses on his lunch break. Almost the same people are there every day. Except today. A new waitress "Hi, I'll take the menu of the day" his eyes stand still when she brings him his food. He hadn't even noticed her until now he smiles "are you new here?" he didn't know what to say, slightly nervous "sorry, I didn't mean to ask you so directly" "how about a coffee as an apology? my treat, and you can say no" he points to the free chair in front of him