Vittoria laughed again as they walked, plastic cups warm in their hands.
Leo tipped his cup back and finished the last of his cappuccino, then glanced sideways at her.
"You're still on the first half."
She looked down at her drink, unbothered.
"I'm not slow. I just like to savour things."
He leaned his head back slightly, a small smirk tugging at his mouth.
"It's just coffee. What more do you need to savour?"
"Of course, the aroma", she said.
"Some people rush. Some people enjoy."
He shook his head, amused, and bumped his shoulder lightly against hers as they walked.
"So," he said, "how's the tour been so far?"
She nodded, thinking about it for a moment.
"Nice," she said simply. "Better than I expected."
He glanced at her.
"Even after breaking into my stadium?"
She smiled. "Especially after that."
They had already been to the DW by then, walked the quiet stands, and stepped onto the pitch after Leo had exchanged a few words with the security guard.
