When they arrived at the restaurant, Autumn had to blink back her shock and do a double take when she noticed how incredibly fancy this place was. There was nice music, incredible smells, and a nearly overwhelming amount of candles. Thank God only some were scented. Fortunately, she did not look underdressed or overdressed for the occasion, so that burdening worry was off of her shoulders finally. Apparently, without her knowing at all, Feliciano had already called in a reservation much earlier, seeming as if he had planned to be late and had assumed that she'd wait for him long enough. Well, he was right.

The restaurant was named Vino e Amore and the setting of the place really fit the title. All it seemed to consist of was love and wine in ever single corner and room. Autumn was taken from her astonished daze when she felt the other's arm hook around hers, him beginning to lead her after the waiter in front of them who seemed to glance back every two seconds, which got sort of annoying after a while. They finally took their seats at a white clothed table towards the back of the room, preordered red wine being delivered and poured almost immediately, things like this being nothing like Autumn had ever experienced. She was absolutely speechless by the moment they were left alone. The Italian man laughed softly, able to sense the mood for once and getting that she was a little more than surprised.

"Too much?" He asked with a hint of nervousness, now fiddling with his hands in his lap. "I tend to overdo it sometimes."

"No, no, it's wonderful! I just. . I guess I wasn't expecting it, is all," she responded with a small laugh, a moderate blush never leaving her face throughout the entire time.

"Oh, good!" He cheered before reminding himself that they were in a quiet restaurant. "So, we came here to get to know each other. . and to eat, of course. I guess we can just ask questions back and forth and find out things that way~!" He felt accomplished by his ability to make a decision for the both of them, feeling strongly about this date for some reason. "Ladies first."

"Alright. Hm. ." She stared at him as she thought, watching as he took a sip of his wine and wondering how it didn't all fall out of his mouth with him grinning like that at her. It was as if he practiced it every day, which was most certainly a good thing. "How old are you? If you don't mind my asking, that is."

"Not at all. I'm twenty." He said, causing Autumn to choke a little bit on absolutely nothing. He was three years older! Oh well, he certainly didn't look his age nor did he act it. "My turn. How long have you lived in Naples?"

"Eight years. We moved away for my father's job before he and my brother were drafted," she replied, taking a drink of her own alcohol and smiling softly, though it pained her slightly to speak of her father's current position. "Speaking of which, you don't really look seem the type to be in the military. No offense," she began, Feliciano simply shrugging in response, actually finding that to be a bit of a compliment. War wasn't really his favorite thing to be a part of. "But why did you join the war effort?"

"Ah, I didn't really have a choice. I've been in the business for a long time, I guess."

"But you're only twenty. How could-?"

He held up a finger, pouting in a fake way and shaking his head. "Nope! My turn. Do you have any friends you like to hang out with?"

She sighed softly and thought of how to respond, knowing she had plenty of friends, but most of them never saw her anymore. It was truthfully kind of lonely. "We don't talk much anymore. Everything's sort of gone downhill since the war came about. Um. . what do you like to do in your free time?"

"Hm. . well, I love anything art related. I paint and draw a lot, so you could say I'm an artist, I suppose." This caused Autumn to smile widely, glad they found something that they had in common. "And you?"

"Exactly the same! I love art, but I don't think I'm very good."

"Nuh-uh! That can't be true. Bad artist do not exist; only unique and original ones. If all art was supposed to be the same style and always turned out correctly, then. . well, Monet wouldn't have made it very far with his career. Don't you think?"

She laughed quietly, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear and averting her eyes for a split second. "Yeah. What do you draw?" She asked and sprung the conversation onto the main and ever so broad topic of art. They discussed that for a while, through their entree and while waiting for the next course, though when that came, they had switched onto less personal things and more small things such as: favorite colors, favorite animals, desired careers and such. Truthfully, it was incredibly fun for the both of them and time passed so quickly that by the time dessert arrived, they hadn't even noticed that they and only two other couples were left in the restaurant. It was Autumn's turn,

"Okay, another question," she started as Feliciano paid the bill and waited for the waiter to bring their change. "Oh! I've got one! Who was that soldier the other day? The one you were speaking to? It seemed like you two had met before." She could sense an extreme tenseness in the Italian man across from her as the question was asked, like this topic made him almost uncomfortable. His shoulders seemed to tighten up along with the rest of him, though he simply took a deep breath and relaxed himself, leaning back slightly in his chair.

"Lieutenant Ludwig Beilschmidt. He and I have been friends for a long time, but. . this war has changed him. Mainly his leader has. I know he's not really like that, but he has to act that way. It's a power thing that I've never understood and hope not to. I especially don't ever want to hit a girl like he did. I think that in a time like this when the world is so separated, everyone should be protected, no matter who or what they are," he said quietly, the waiter coming in at the end and bringing the change as if on cue. Feliciano instantly placed a smile back on his face once he realized it was gone and rose from his chair, offering a hand down to help Autumn up from her chair. "You and I should both be getting back. I'll walk you home, if that's okay~" he basically hummed, tilting his head slightly to the side and closing his eyes happily.

She couldn't help but wonder how he changed moods so suddenly like they hadn't just been talking about wartime and recent depressing situations. It was as if he did this all the time. There was something incredibly fake about this, however, that she felt as if she were unable to not see through it. Simply pushing the thoughts off, Autumn took his hand and stood, beginning to walk out with him, thanking the nice waiter on the way. When they were outside, it was a bit quieter than before, like they didn't have to say anything to be able to feel comfortable around one another. Neither of them had ever been this way around anyone else and the feelings truly were wonderful. Their walking pace slowed down and synchronized, both seeming to want to have more time together, whether or not it consisted of actual conversing. Unfortunately, Autumn's doorstep was before them all too soon and their movements came to a stop as they turned to face each other, finally releasing each other's hands. "Well. . " she nearly whispered, gazing back into his eyes that seemed to shine even in the darkness.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye. I mean, for now."

"Right." There was a long silence as they stood there, Autumn grasping her own arm that hung at her side and Feliciano rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"Can I see you again?" He asked quietly, to which she responded with a faint smile.

"Of course."

"Alright, well. ." he started, still smiling almost invisibly, a lot seeming to be on his mind suddenly. "Ciao, then!" As he turned around, he was stopped by Autumn grabbing his arm, pulling him back.

"Oh, and Feli?" She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek, pulling away after a second to see his face a light shade of pink. "You don't have to fake a smile around me. Good night." With that, she lightly squeezed his hand once before turning towards her door and opening it, stepping inside and leaving Feliciano alone to his thoughts.