Day map

Shop opens at 8:00. For now: keys, tram, black coffee in a thermos. Phone in her pocket. The post still got there before the coffee.

First coffee, opens SMAT. Three drafts from Porto already waiting, each in her tone. Taps approve. Goes back to the window.

Dough rising since three. Tomatoes, wood, people gathering. Phone somewhere under the bar. The post sits in the back of his head.

Someone else just posted about retirement. Five slides, exactly the same playbook Bartek's been turning over in his head for months. He opens his own draft in Notes. Three sentences, nine edits.

Between clients, she peeks at SMAT. The week's posts are already laid out. Changes one word in Wednesday's post. Moves on.

The queue thinned out. On screen, a reel from a Naples pizzeria. Camera over the oven, flame, dough mid-air. Kuba films his first take. Deletes the second. The third too.

Clients sorted, calls returned, another deadline tomorrow. Evening, Facebook open at the desk. Empty field for a post about a deduction. Third try. Each one reads like a leaflet from the window, not like Bartek. And it'll pull four likes anyway.

After a full day on set she's home. Opens SMAT, caption already waiting, in her tone. Shoe brand, collection number, sign-off. Changes one word. Publishes. The rest of the evening is hers.

Home at last after the day. Sits with a notepad, tries to write something about the new pizza. Crosses it out, writes, crosses it out. Two likes under the last post, both from regulars. Tomorrow at six, dough again.