Standing in front of the restaurant, the sign on the roof read, Da Vinci's Table. A strong indication it was an Italian restaurant. What were the odds of finding one in such a quiet city?
Luckily, pasta was the Italian delicacy, and she was craving it. What better place to go for a good plate of pasta?
"I never doubt any Italian restaurant," Zara said, staring up at the signboard with a hungry gaze.
"Let's go in," Silas urged, already out of the car and standing beside them. Roman soon arrived at their side too. Patricia's gaze briefly met Roman's, and her heart skipped a beat, goosebumps rising across her skin. She quickly looked away before those mixed feelings started creeping back again. But why was he staring at her like that, like he wanted something? It felt like he wanted to say something but was hesitating.
"Let's go," Zara's voice broke through her thoughts, and she and Patricia walked in first, leaving the rest to follow behind.
