I lift the menu.
It's in Italian.
Not exactly encouraging.
Our waiter approaches, smiling at Bella. "Good evening." He eyes her appreciatively. "Would you like to start with a glass of wine?"
She looks at me, unimpressed.
So I clear my throat.
He turns. "Hello, sir. Will you be ordering for the lady?"
"Two glasses of Chianti." I dismiss him.
Bella covers a laugh. "Please tell me this wasn't my favorite restaurant."
"We've never been here."
Brows pucker. "Why now, then?"
I lay down my menu. "I didn't want to pressure you."
"Can we leave?"
I smile, standing. "Fuck yes."
School's back in here, so I should get to you earlier on weekdays now.
One more later :)