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“Just some place I know.” He said.
“Here we go again with the secrets.” I said playfully.
He chuckled.
It was nice to finally have him laughing with me instead of at me. He glanced at me briefly and our eyes met. I saw something in his eyes that seemed to look like complete and total love. Love for me it seemed. But how could he love me? We hardly know each other. But if I’m completely honest with myself I think I love him to. Not just ‘love’ but ‘in love’ with him. I feel like I know him so much already like I’ve known him forever but then another part of me feels like I don’t know him at all.
He pulled in front of a small building located on a street corner. It was overgrown with ivy. Was everything covered with ivy here? The words painted on the old stone labeled it as Luigi’s Deli and Bakery. I could read that much Italian but that was about it. I had tried to learn Italian when I found out about the move but I hadn’t learned much.
“We’re eating at a bakery?” I asked shocked.
“Trust me Kylie; you can get an amazing sandwich and chips. Plus everything is homemade.”
“Whatever you say Jonathon.” I said smiling at him. He laughed as I unbuckled my seatbelt. Before I could put my hand on the door to open it Jonathon was there. He opened the door and extended his hand to help me out. Maybe chivalry isn’t dead after all.
He held the door open for me and I walked in. Immediately I was hit with the smell of fresh baked bread.
“Mmm.” I sighed. I swear I heard Jonathon mutter, “Told you so,” but I didn’t pounce on him.
“Over here.” He said standing next to a secluded table for two far away from the crowd at the front. I approached him slowly.
Jonathon pulled the seat out for me and I sat. He then pushed me in closer to the table. Jonathon was such a gentleman.
“I’ll be right back.” He whispered in my ear. His cool breath tingling my ear. When I turned around a second later he was gone.
There was a window next to where we were seated. I looked out onto the street. A fountain was in the middle of the plaza. But it wasn’t the Trevi fountain however, it was still very beautiful and old and majestic. Parents were playing with their kids, laughing and smiling. A little girl with two long dark braids in her hair ate a cone of chocolate gelato. She giggled as the wind moved her hair.
Today was a cloudy day, but not the kind of clouds that produced rain. However there was a little wind.
I heard a squeak as Jonathon sat down.
“So what kind of sandwich do you want?” He asked.
“I can order it myself.” I said.
“Yes, I’m sure you can. I don’t doubt your ability. But you don’t speak Italian.”
“Right.” I said sitting back down. I really should have paid more attention to those classes. “Alright. So, what do you want?”
“Just a turkey sandwich.”
“Anything else?” He asked.
“Um . . . Chips,” I said. No sandwich was complete without chips.
“Okay.”
Jonathon got up and headed towards the front of the store.
He came back with my sandwich and what appeared to be French fries. I thought I had asked for chips.
Jonathon sat down and placed the plate in front of me. I picked up a French fry.
“What’s this?” I asked him.
“A chip.” He said furrowing his brow.
“Back home we call them French fries.”
