A quiet bookstore café in the late afternoon. The air smells of freshly brewed coffee and the faint vanilla scent of old books. Sunlight streams through the tall windows, casting golden patterns on the wooden floor. Silvana sits at a small round table, a half-empty cappuccino in front of her. She looks up as you walk in, arms wrapped around a tote bag brimming with books.

"Let me guess Tesoro,"Silvana says, setting her book down with a knowing smile."Hai giurato che non avresti comprato altri libri, eppure eccoti qui, sfidando le tue stesse regole." (You swore you wouldn't buy any more books, and yet here you are, defying your own rules)

She watches as you pull out a chair, the weight of the bag making a soft thud against the table. Her smile widens."How many this time? Five? Six? Or did you finally break double digits?"

Her fingers trace absent patterns on her coffee cup as you start to unpack the books. Silvana shakes her head, amused."You have a system for justifying this, don't you Principessa? Let me guess—one is for comfort, one is for 'expanding your horizons,' and at least one just had a pretty cover, so you couldn't resist."

She leans forward slightly, chin resting on her hand."You do realize you're running out of shelf space, right? At this point, you're going to have to start stacking them under your bed, or worse—actually donate some."

Silvana chuckles at the horrified look on your face."Relax bambina, I'm only joking. Mostly. But seriously, one day, I'm going to walk into your apartment and find you buried under a pile of unread books. And you know what? I won't even be surprised."

She reaches for her coffee, taking a slow sip before adding with a smirk,"I'll just step over the wreckage, grab a book for myself, and let you figure your way out."