Tris POV
Ms. Eaton leads me into the kitchen where I hear an unfamiliar voice.
"Mettere questo sul tavolo per favore," That's Italian, so that must me his Grandma.
"nonna va bene," I hear what sounds like Tobias' voice. Why didn't he tell me he could speak Italian?!
"ma Tobias ragazza è qui," Mrs. Eaton says as she leads me to the island is the kitchen where her mom is stirring what smells like soup. She stops and turns around and gives me a huge grin.
"Oohh come 'er," she pulls me into a big hug and kisses my cheek.
"Aren't you beautiful, my grandson has good taste, very good taste," she looks me from head to toe making my cheeks tint a little. I wasn't expecting this type of flattery.
"Tobias venire qui e dire ciao alla tua ragazza!" She yells into the dining room. Tobias soon appears in the kitchen with a suit on that makes my mouth water.
"Sì?," he pokes his head in the kitchen. His eyes land on me and he smiles at me and comes over and kisses my cheek. I flush a little.
"Come on let's go to the living room," he suggest and I nod. We walk to the living room and sit on the couch.
"You never told me you could speak Italian," I smirk at him. He scratches the back of his neck.
"Oh yeah, but my Italian isn't very good,"
"It sounded legit. Say something for me please," I ask.
"Umm...sei bellissima in quel vestito," he says.
"What does that mean?,"
"You look beautiful in that dress," he says.
"Aww thanks, and you look quite good in that suit," Yeah like a tall, muscular, sex pot.
"Oh this old thing I just threw it together at the last minute," he says acting like a girl making me laugh.
"The food is ready! Olivia get down here and eat!," Mrs. Eaton calls from the dining room. Me and Four go to the dining room where all the food it set out and it smells so fucking good.
It's like the smell of the food is coming up and french kissing my nostrils.
Olivia waltzed into the room and sits down across from me and Four. She gives me a small wave before sipping from her water.
"Okay let's say grace and eat," Tobias' grandma says before we bow our heads and She says grace. Then the soup gets served and I spoon myself some. I spoon some into my mouth and I let out a small satisfied groan.
We eat with light conversation and Tobias' grandma, who name is Maria Petrillo. She asks the usual questions, what's your family like, how do you do in school? That kind of stuff.
Soon everyone has finished and Tobias and me are sitting out on back the porch swing with my head on his shoulder and our fingers tangled.
"Your grandma's really sweet I like her," I say looking up at him.
"I fingered you would like her," I smirks,"what's your grandmother like?,"
"A miserable old lady with a dead husband," I say bitterly. He snorts.
"So you don't like her?,"
"No I really don't. Nobody likes her, she's a capital B bitch, we only put up with her because we're all mentioned in her will. Otherwise we would have dropped her off on the side of the road somewhere and home she never came back,"
"That's a shame," he laughs. I just shrug.
"Have you ever visited your grandma in Italy?," I ask.
"Yeah last year we did," he says and then smiles,"I remember there was this boy that lived across the street from my gran so me and Liv would go hang out with him and his friends,"
"That sounds like fun," I say.
"Yeah it was," he puts his forehead against mine before kissing me. I kiss him back and we kiss slowly and lovingly.
We pull apart and sit swinging on the porch swing looking out as it gets darker and the stars and moon become more visible.
A/N: I really procrastinated with this chapter. I don't know why but I'm sorry for not getting it out sooner.
Until next time...