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—Fiore is back!! —Screams the bitter one—. I'm going to force you in when I catch you!!
—Then move that bitter ass of yours!!
I don't stop, I push people with my bag until I stop against the stall where I can already smell the smell of gnocchi, cod and a great variety of fish. He is an older man who has a small shop, has affordable prices and I can tell by his hands that he has worked for too many years.
-A dish! —The others are almost approaching—. Two! Whatever.
—We're coming for him, we'll pay for double!
—And aromanella, the bottle! Also bread with those spices you have over there.
—As you order, miss.
We continue running, I see the man starting to walk while we go around the entire street. My legs won't give me tomorrow and I'm very sure of that. I don't stop, they shout, Leone barks orders at them to quicken their pace, and we don't stop until I see that we pass by the same buildings I passed fifteen minutes ago.
When I get to the table I take the plates with the food, fill my arms and leave all the money I have with me in his hands. David also leaves a good sum and we return to the van where Tamara and Nadia stayed. They open the door for us.
"Damn, I'm tired," I let out in a loud snort. Where do they come from?
"They stayed further behind, miss," the blonde says. Even though you are older, you are younger than those three and tend to get more tired.
“I have to say he runs too fast,” adds Tamara, laughing. No one misses Mr. Leone, no one, this time was the exception.
“We have to get ahead of ourselves,” says David, already putting the gnocchi in his mouth. I'm not going to give you shit of food, let's go, don't let the ungrateful people steal from us.
-Yes let's go.
They see each other until Tamara drives off and I see Leone crash against the window of the truck.
-You do not go! —He shouts from outside—. Open me up, I'm the one leading the escort!
-What are you saying?
I can't hear it anymore because the girl behind the wheel just takes off, I see through the trunk window how the others try to get in desperately, they stop, they scold each other and I eat with a pleasure that no one can take away from me.
—Why are they taking so long? —Nadia asks about her device.
—Why did Guillermo lose the keys to the fucking truck! —Lorenzo says excitedly—. Damn, keep going, we have to go back and look for them.
Communication is cut off, I start laughing and they do too. We don't talk anymore, on the way they make us eat, we share a little of everything until there is nothing left on our plates. They leave calmly so as not to make our food fly away.
—Where does Trixi's food come from?
—In the other truck, ma'am.
—Don't call me ma'am, Nadia, you make me feel very old.
"I'm sorry, sir... Miss Fiore, do you agree?"
-It is not too bad.
The house appears minutes later, we stop subtly and Salvatore comes out, holds himself against the door threshold and crosses his arms so he can watch us get out, however, he becomes impatient when he only sees a truck. On the way down he details my somewhat battered robe and my hair sticking out of the hairstyle I did.
-And my brother?
We laugh until the other truck skids, kicking up dust, tires screeching. They run out and Leone fixes her hair a thousand times, her shirt is stained with food.
—What the fuck is this Leone?
