Jozo and Angelo pull CJ aside at Café Serra.
Not angry. Calm. Firm. The way uncles talk when they’ve seen this movie before.
Jozo: “CJ, you can’t keep doing these raids on the wine behind the counter.”
Angelo: “This isn’t a war zone. This is a café. You take a glass, you pay. Simple.”
CJ shrugs, says he’ll square it later. Same line as always.
Joe steps in, quieter but sharper.
Joe: “If you can’t remember what you borrowed, write it down.”
He taps the counter.
“Memory fades. Ink doesn’t.”
There’s a pause.
The wine stays on the shelf.
CJ nods — warned, not humiliated.
Respect preserved.
Debt avoided.
Community intact.