Lulu tapped her nails against the mahogany table, eyeing Dante and Olivia as they spoke with happiness on their faces no idea of the storm that was brewing in her mind, Lulu stole a glance across the table at Johnny. As always he looked stoic his expression always unreadable, Johnny had the best poker face out of anyone she'd ever known. Oh no, she was caught! As Lulu had gotten lost in thought Johnny's brown eyes met her hazel ones, she was staring at him. Oh my God, she was staring at him! Lulu tore her eyes away from Johnny wondering if Dante or Olivia saw but, a quick glance to her right assured that they hadn't.
"Are you hiding from me?" Johnny Snickers, noticing her slightly covering her face.
"Maybe." Lulu allows, not wanting to look at him.
"Lu, we used to see each other naked. There's no reason to ever hide from me again." Johnny couldn't help but smile, that was just the effect Lulu had on him. Was it appropriate with Olivia sitting right next to him? Probably not, but it was almost out of his control.
"I've just...been thinking. About you." Lulu didn't want to admit this but, knew he wasn't letting this go.
"What about me?* Johnny raised a brow.
"How if they write a history book I won't be in it, you will. You're almost a town legend. Everyone knows your name, all these women want you. I was thinking I was okay with not being in it, as long as they say I loved you first. I don't want to be erased from your life." Lulu's voice cracked at the end, catching the Falconeri's attention.
"Wow, you've really stopped that low." Dante bitterly chuckled.
"You actually want to hold her hand! Gosh, you two are like moths to a flame!" Olivia went off, knowing that she and her son were about to be heartbroken.
"Lu, nobody will ever erase you from my history. First of all, Maxie wouldn't let them. Just picture the scandal. I wouldn't let them. I would still be stuck on that hill if I had never met you, you gave me something to live for. I loved you. Nobody is ever going to take that from us." Johnny reached across the table to hold her hand. As their eyes met, they knew it would never be over. Not by a long shot.