The place to be if you fancy a vibe straight out of ’Girls and Boys’, the Blur one, you know. Federico was actually a bit of a poet in his very ea...ly manhood. Sonnets seemed to pour out of his chest at any given moment, praising beauty and horses and the sky and his empty wine glass. But then he decided one day to become a landscape gardener. So, he drew the most exquisite baroque garden landscapes and got commissions among the wealthy. The all wished for bushes cut like hearts and fountains. "Oh, that sounds lovely," she said into the receiver. "Oh, absolutely. It has been far too long."She listened for a moment and then broke into a slight giggle."You're so sweet to say that," she said happily. "I'm looking forward to it. I'll see you tomorrow at eight."She smiled to herself in the mirror again."No, no need to pick me up," she said. "I know where Mariucci's is. I'll see you then! Ta-ta."She put the phone down and shook with excitement. The excitement ended when she turned to see. Mi pan shaant padun hoto. Mag tine halchal punha suru keli. Atta ticha haath maajhya maandyaan madhe maajhya popta javal hota. Mi algad mazha haath kadun ghetla. Aamhi face to face zoplo hoto. Majhi khaalchya baju chi maandi pudhe sarkavli hoti karan rashmi la tasa acess dyaaycha hota. To mission atta successful zhala hota. Tichya botaane ti mazhya poptachi side touch karat hoti.To tasa kadak zhalaach hota. Ticha sparsha mule jya gudgulya hot hotya tyachane khup majja yet hoti. Halu halu haath. If he remembered the awkwardness of the previous shift, he didn’t mention it.“Hey, Mike,” Emma said pleasantly enough. “Roger wants us to stack all these cases in a pyramid,” she said, gesturing to the pile on the dolly.Emma had stacked all of the ones at the base already and now just needed help to get the ones to the top. She had moved a ladder over next to the display.Mike was tall enough that he could have probably stacked them without the ladder, but Emma didn’t let him try.“K, hand those.