<i>Capone’s Pizza </i>was something that Boris considered “in his element.”  And it wasn’t because of their tasty pizzas on offer.  It was all about the entire ambience.  Boisterous laughter from nearby tables, the clinking of glasses, waitresses carrying trays laden with drinks and treats, the tempting aromas of hot pizza right out of the oven, and the click-clack of balls on the billiard tables were all noted and enjoyed.  It was the experience that he thoroughly enjoyed.<br/><br/>Boris laughed at Emily’s observation of never noticing his shop before.  “Well, you might not have noticed it if you’re not looking for it,” he stated.  “Y’know, if you’re not in the market for a custom bike shop, why would you see it?”  He smiled at her, not offended in the least.  “And I haven’t been in the neighborhood that long,” he added, “maybe eight or nine months now.”<br/><br/>Sipping from his pint glass, Boris considered her question.  “I learned about design in school, and I had some fabricating skills from another shop,” he explained.  “When the custom scene exploded, I thought I could do okay with my own shop and I’ve since built up a pretty steady customer list.”<br/><br/>Another sip of delicious IPA, and it was time to turn the spotlight on Emily.  “So tell me about your art, Emily.  What’s your favorite medium?” Boris asked.