The memories in your head are still not loud enough Who: Giada and Alessandro De Luca Where: Random coffee shop When: Late morning Note:/Sections/ represent dialogue spoken in Italian.
Time meant very little to Alessandro anymore. He didn't eat, he didn't sleep, he didn't have any real way to mark said time. There was a lot to see in this Scarlet Oak, though, even being a small town - it was all new to him. The adventurer in him hadn't died just because he was no longer flesh and bone. And he was fully aware that this was Gwyneth's hometown and therefore, he wanted to learn what he could about the place. Granted, it would have been easier, nicer, for Gwyneth to show him herself, an option Alessandro was not going to dwell on at the moment.
There was, however, the fact that there was Giada and she still needed to eat. Alessandro might be a ghost, but he hadn't forgotten everything. Mostly. Ninety-five percent of the time, he wasn't even aware of what gaps there might be in his memory, a side effect of how he died. He followed behind Giada, sometimes getting distracted by the sights around him, only to catch up to her a few seconds later. He didn't even have to run to do so; five years dead and he was still getting used to that.
"Here," he said, forgetting again that she was the only one who could see him as he paused for a woman going in the other direction to pass him by. They were outside of a coffee shop, nowhere near as good as the places he'd frequented back in Italy, but it would do. "You should get some breakfast. Or perhaps lunch, I've no idea what time it is."