Each evening, he makes his way to the pizza truck, gives her a knowing look and orders: “Good evening, a margherita, please”. Over time, their exchanges multiply and a loving complicity is born.
Every evening, a ritual unfolds in front of the pizza truck. Their eyes meet, conspiratorial, as he approaches, a smile on his lips. “Good evening, a margherita, please”, he whispers, charming the pizzaiola beyond the order. Over time, their exchanges are tinged with laughter and promises, creating a sweet and warm bond. In this mundane daily transaction weaves a tender…
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February 27, 2025