*Caterina*
Daggers could’ve been thrown across the simple wooden table we were sitting at, and it would’ve looked less hostile than Anna’s piercing glare. I sat uncomfortably at the booth we had been directed to, trying to pretend I didn’t notice her eyes on me as I looked over the menu.
The menu was useless though, and we both knew it since I had it memorized.
Langers was my favorite restaurant in the whole city, and Anna knew that. Elio still insisted on taking me out to fancy restaurants, which was good, but give me a good pastrami on rye from Langers any day and I would take it.
This wasn’t really his scene but for Anna and me, it was heaven.
“What can I get for….” The waitress appeared and then her voice trailed off, her smile falling as she glanced between my sweating figure tucked in the corner of the booth and Anna, who had blocked all entrances, arms crossed so tightly it looked like she might never get them unstuck again.
