Salvatore stopped the car at a roadside food truck, and rolled down the windows.
His head shot through, and immediately, a man's head popped out of the food truck.
"SignorMacellaio!" The man who looked to be in his early forties chanted on seeing Salvatore.
He shifted his gaze towards Valentina and licked his lips reflexively.
"Who is the goddess?" He asked Salvatore in Italian.
Salvatore looked at Valentina with a smile on his face.
"Luce's girl," he replied in Italian.
The man's eyes widened, and he began apologizing immediately in English.
Valentina had no clue what he was apologizing for, so she just kept smiling and nodding.
"Carlos, stop messing around and make me some pizza. Your very best."
Valentina's mouth watered. "Pizza?" She blurted.
"Whoa! You like pizza that much?" Salvatore chuckled in amusement.
"Of course I do. Who doesn't like pizza? Mr Carlos, I'd love the specials. Italians make the best pizza so you have to blow my mind."
