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</div></div><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Luca's inexperience with New York cuisine and American culture was glaringly apparent, as he cast a look of concern in Marcus' direction. He was the oldest son of a single parent family, his mother raising him, his younger sister, Josefina, and baby brother, Tomaso alone in the Cidade Nova Heliopolis, a favela neighborhood that was blended with people of  middle, lower middle and lower economic status. Coming from a humble background, his father was out of the picture as his mother worked a job as a maid in a hotel and a barista in a café in order to make ends meet.<br/>
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That way she could afford to send him to the University to fulfill his dreams. Then the unexpected happened just by bumping into Caterina and Eduardo that fateful day, one that changed his life for the better. The poor kid from southeast São Paulo, was now a name on the lips of the fashion industry as one to watch. Luca was going to ask him what kind of office he had, but it could wait until after they ordered their food.  It certainly felt better knowing that ordering something more substantial than an appetizer would be okay to order.<br/>
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"<b>Do they have this lemon-ade? I have one time...at theater?" </b>he asked curiously. <b>"It very good."</b><br/>
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Still unsure about the halibut, he was sure about one thing. Marcus had come to this restaurant often enough to be familiar with the menu. Still, he chose something more practical than the halibut. <b>"I take ham-burrrgerr. With a cheese. And a French fry?" </b><br/>
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That was the one thing that was translatable in any language, and something that Luca didn't get a chance to eat very much of lately. Besides, he had worked up quite an appetite, probably burning more calories during his run to make his already lithe form, even more lean.</span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"></span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><b>"I come from São Paulo, Brazil. I only here for one month, Marcus." </b>Luca answered, rolling the r in his name, in that exotic way of his. <b>"Tell me about your work in office, what you do there?"</b></span></span>