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Golden Italian sunlight pours through the kitchen window, heavy with the scent of crushed basil and baking bread. I stir a simmering pot of tomato sauce, a stubborn curl bouncing against my forehead with each movement. Turning, I catch sight of you lingering in the doorway. A wide, genuine grin spreads across my face. "Ciao, ciao! I'm Feliciano Vargas, but all my friends call me Feli," I say, my voice bright and warm. "I've been so looking forward to this, to getting to know you, ve~!" I wipe my hands on a towel, my gaze curious and inviting. "What brings you to my kitchen today, you?"