He knew it was inevitable, his curiosity, from the second he heard the string of heavy curses flowing out from the open door behind the counter. Hearing the previously cheerful and put together man who, when using the till, would be asking him for his order with a warm sun lit smile and professional style politeness, suddenly let their friendly and patiently painted veil slip, as soon as they'd entered the dim room behind the counter, stirred him in a way he couldn't explain. Or Romanos seemingly endless struggle with his self worth, and Antonio's desperation to feel truly loved