His name’s Marco. The mystery chef at Cafe Giro. He looks the part of a mafioso. But he’ll flash his grin when you walk into the cafe and if there’s ladies in the room, the suave is on. Marco always wears a white dress shirt to work. Marco also always wears a tie. Thin. Single knot. Loosened a few millimeters to breathe. He’s a working chef after all.