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I find her apartment and knock on the door. My heart is racing and my palms grow sweaty as I wait for her to open the door. Luckily for me, it doesn’t take her long.
The door swings open, and my heart lodges in my throat as I take her in. She’s always beautiful, but right now, she looks almost ethereal, like an angel.
Her black hair is pulled back and so shiny under the harsh lights in the hallway. She’s wearing a tight dark blue dress that only accentuates her purple eyes and shapely figure. All of her curves are on display, and I have the strongest urge to shove her back into her apartment where no one else can see her. I don’t want anyone ogling my Pia except for me.
“You…look…wow,” I end in a whisper.
“Thanks,” she says, her cheeks heating with a blush.
She looks so innocent and sweet with her cheeks that color, and I can’t help but reach for her and pull her closer to me.
“Ready to go?” I ask her, and she nods, her breath coming out faster as our bodies press together slightly.
Good. It’s nice to see that I seem to have the same effect on her as she does on me.
I take her hand in mine as we start to make our way down the stairs. We head over to my car, and I open her door for her.
“How does Italian sound?” I ask as I slip behind the wheel.
“Delicious. Always delicious,” she says with a laugh, and I grin as I pull out into traffic.
“I made us a reservation at Ciao. Have you ever been there?” I ask her.
“Are you kidding? No way. I could never afford to go there. I’ve heard that it’s amazing, though.”
“I’ve only been once, but it was good,” I tell her.
We talk restaurants that we like on the drive to Ciao, and I try to remember all of the ones she wants to try or likes so that I can take her out on a date there next.
I pull up to the valet stand and hop out, hurrying over to get her door before the valet can. I hold out my hand to her, and she smiles as she slips her hand in mine, and I pull her out of the car.
She’s looking around with big eyes as we walk inside and up to the hostess stand.
“Hi, reservation for two. Should be under York,” I tell the hostess.
“Of course. Right this way,” she smiles at me, and I turn to Pia, squeezing her hand as we head back to our table.
I had requested a private booth, and I smile as we’re seated at one in the back. The hostess hands us our menus, and I watch Pia’s face as she peruses the options.
“It all looks so good,” she says as she glances up at me.
“Want to get one of everything?” I ask, and she laughs like I’m joking.
“No, I’m notthathungry,” she jokes as she goes back to looking over the menu.
“What do you usually order at places like this?” I ask her.
“I don’t usually go to places like this,” she reminds me. “Normally, Lila and I just order a pizza or something.”
“Lila?”
“My best friend and roommate.”
“Ah, that’s right.”
I briefly remember her mentioning her friend at one point this week, but I was too focused on Pia to ask any other questions.
“How long have you two been friends?”
