For a while, Giovanni was oblivious to everything happening around him, too engrossed in reading and editing his notes. It wasn't until he heard the rather loud demands of a familiar voice, that he looked up from his book, glancing over towards the service area.
He knew who it was before he even saw them, yet the sight was still enough for his eyes to narrow into a slight scowl. It was his son. That boy that he had left all those years ago. Although now, it was clear that he was no longer a child. At least, not physically. His behaviour led him to believe otherwise.
He placed his coffee down and gave a deep sigh. One sounding tired, and almost reluctant. He always found this difficult to do. "Would you mind keeping it down? There are others here, you know."