"You look tired today, mio bambino, is something troubling you?". Mathias turns to look at the elderly woman, Signora Telli, who stops by once a day just to check up on him. She has been doing so ever since his parents passed away. The boy smiles with a light shake of the head. "No signora, I'm just tired" he says, stifling the yawn that follows. The woman surveys him from head to toe before her soft lips curl into a warm smile. "Ah, I see. You're in love, aren't you boy?". Mathias is always amazed by the woman's perceptive nature. How she manages to pick up on things so easily is beyond him. "No, no" he insists, a nervous smile taking over his features, but the woman doesn’t appear to be very convinced. "Honestly I just didn't sleep very well" he adds, hoping she don't question things any further. Signora Telli doesn't seem satisfied, but much to his relief she lets the subject drop, assuring him that she would be back the next day as usual. After her departure, the shop suddenly felt empty again. For several minutes no one came inside, so Matias decided to venture towards the back and check on the plants.
"Mathias? Mathias, are you there?" the Spanish boy stops everything he's doing, immediately recognizing the voice calling out to him. He would recognize that voice anywhere. He stepped through the thin floral curtains and couldn't contain the smile once he saw the princess' face. Of course, maintaining appearances was important, so he resisted the urge to pull her into his arms as he always does. "Your highness" he says with a soft bow and smile, knowing that anyone that passes by can see them through the glass doors. "What brings you here so early?" They had parted ways a couple of hours ago, so it was a bit strange that she had come back, but Mathias didn't mind. He loved seeing her face and he would love to see it at every waking moment if he could.
"Good morning young prince! I haven't seen you in several days" Romano came to a slow stop in front of one of his favorite vendors, taking one of the pears from the basket and offering the woman a smile. "Good morning Belinda, did you miss me?" he says lightheartedly, taking a small bite of the pear and reaching into his pocket to give the woman what he owes. "Oh no, no mi nino, you know you don't need to do that-" he insists, but as always, Romano refuses. "And you know I never listen" he chuckles, placing the money in the woman's hands. "Besides, this pear is extra delicious today" he adds, reaching over for another to take back home. Not a second after he grabs it, the fruit rolls out of his hand, onto the ground, rolling a few feet away. Before the prince can reach it, someone has already picked it up for him. Romano briefly surveys, a foreigner, no doubt about. If the blonde hair and blue eyes aren't enough of a giveaway, how he is dressed certainly is. Not that it's surprising. Agathya is always filled from foreigners from all over Europe. "Pardon me" he says with an apologetic smile, remembering to be kind and courteous to all newcomers.