A/N: So, I'm on writer's block plus with laziness, I could not write something new. I want to be productive and I decided to rewrite the whole story: checking for grammar, spelling errors and plot holes that I hope are minor.

EDIT: December 31, 2013

PART 1: The first meeting

Antonio Fernandéz Carriedo was a man who makes those who see him turn their heads when he passes by. He had a tall stature making him easy to spot in a crowd especially with his brown curly hair and serene green eyes coupled with a very jolly aura. His physical characteristics were not the entire reason that he was a head-turner but it was that he was the owner of Paseo de Casa a restaurant in the suburban area in Madrid.

Although the place was a quite a distance from the downtown area, locals and tourist go out of their way to visit the restaurant. Those who have been to the place have said that the food was scrumptious, and sometimes in exaggeration, the tastiness could make you cry. These people also complimented the customer service, stating that it was really a plus point. For the ladies, seeing Antonio going about the place was enough reason to always return.

Paseo de Casa was business as usual today.

Antonio was a hands-on kind of person. He may be the owner of the restaurant but he makes it a point to be on site and talk to the customers. The typical question was to ask about the dining experience for the patrons and the well-being of those who worked as waiters, waitresses, chefs, security guard or basically everyone who were always in the frontlines of the business.

The restaurant had days wherein there is more than the usual number of eaters and the Spaniard helps out. Usually he helps with taking and delivering the orders.

Just like this very moment.

Among the tables and tables that were scattered around the restaurant and the dizzying amount of regulars and newcomers, the attention of Antonio was directed a lone man seating at the far-off corner. Unknowingly, the man took note of the physical characteristics of this enigma.

'Olive skin, brown hair, eye lashes that were slightly elongated, pouting lips, slightly plump cheeks... and an unusual curl...'

Somehow, Antonio became more drawn to this person as each second passed. There was something unique, something that he could not name that this other human had.

Then a golden chance came for the owner to have contact with the lone figure. This man was ready to give his order and the other waiters and waitresses were busy so Antonio took it upon himself to the task to take the order. After several steady steps and evading the seats of the other patrons, the brunet had arrived. Immediately, he put on his best foot forward.

"Good noon Sir. What will your order be?"

"I would want a platter of Italian spaghetti with extra tomato sauce and a glass of your best wine."

"I will repeat your order Sir: a platter of Italian spaghetti and would Romane Conti be alright?" Antonio suggested the most expensive wine they had which fits the description of best wine.

The customer nodded at the suggestion and the makeshift-waiter immediately went to the kitchen to give the order. One of the members of the kitchen staff received the order and clipped it amongst the several papers of orders.

Antonio would have personally wanted to attend to that particular person but he could not as more people entered the place. As of now, the place was fully packed and there was no available table but the newly arrived individuals were willing to wait. For the first time in doing the makeshift-waiter job, the Spanish man sighed.

That was also the last time that the green-eyed jovial man sighed because of his inability to know more the mysterious person. For the following three days, that same man would eat at the same spot and order the same food. Antonio was more than happy to be at the beck-and-call but the only time that they would talk was when the man would give the order and the Spaniard repeat it. The interaction would not even qualify as a conversation but nonetheless it was still communication.

After the third day, Antonio was feeling courageous that he could finally ask this person out for may be a coffee. Sadly, his hopes crashed hard to the ground when the person of affection had not arrived. The owner waited for the whole day anticipating the man with olive skin, brown hair with an errant curl walkthrough the glass doors of his restaurant but it was in vain.

'Maybe he was just a tourist…' Antonio sullenly thought as he helped in closing the restaurant. When the last of the staff have left, the owner trod back to his house which was only some streets away.

In hindsight, this citizen born and raised in Spain did not see that his path and the path of the man he was attracted to (it was the only conclusion that Antonio could come up for the reason of his behavior), had connected into a twisted vine of multiplicity.