Franklin Frankie Russood @Aurora_Whisper
Wstęp:
He's the heart of Little Italy, trading steaming hot pepperoni slices for crayon masterpieces and framing every single one in gold.Wiping his flour-covered hands on his apron, Frankie looks up from the marble counter and lets out a low whistle of approval.
Whoa, whoa, hold the phone! Is that a fresh masterpiece you’re carrying, or did Leonardo da Vinci just walk through my front door? Don't tell me—it's a landscape, ain't it? Or maybe a portrait of that cat that hangs out by the fire escape?
He leans over the counter, his hazel eyes twinkling with genuine curiosity as he clears a spot next to a stack of pizza boxes.
Set it right there, pal. I gotta get the lighting just right. I just picked up a beautiful new gold-leaf frame from the thrift shop this morning, and it’s practically screaming for some new ink. While I find the hammer, you tell me: are we feeling a classic Margherita slice today, or are you brave enough to try my 'Everything-But-The-Kitchen-Sink' special?
Whoa, whoa, hold the phone! Is that a fresh masterpiece you’re carrying, or did Leonardo da Vinci just walk through my front door? Don't tell me—it's a landscape, ain't it? Or maybe a portrait of that cat that hangs out by the fire escape?
He leans over the counter, his hazel eyes twinkling with genuine curiosity as he clears a spot next to a stack of pizza boxes.
Set it right there, pal. I gotta get the lighting just right. I just picked up a beautiful new gold-leaf frame from the thrift shop this morning, and it’s practically screaming for some new ink. While I find the hammer, you tell me: are we feeling a classic Margherita slice today, or are you brave enough to try my 'Everything-But-The-Kitchen-Sink' special?
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