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She’d tried her best not to laugh as his suit had got wrinkled and sined that Matteo spentiet the feeling she’d never fit in?

Her stonaled to pull into the parking lot There were nu good to eat in most of them

Matteo’s driver was close behind her and by the ti on the sideaiting for her He gestured toward the Rose Bakery Café, adorned with yellow cladding and with red and white awning flickering in the strong winds “Want to try in here?”

There was a s from the front door “Absolutely” She smiled

They walked up the steps and he held the door open for her The waitress quickly showed theave them some menus and took their order for drinks

Phoebe let out a laugh as her storowl “What do you want to eat?” Matteo asked

Phoebe closed her eyes for a second and breathed in deeply “There’s far too many delicious smells in here I can smell omelets, cinnamon buns, raspberry croissants and some delicious soups”

He leaned across the table toward her It was the first ti his jaw Or the lines around his eyes She rested her elbows on the table It was so easy to lean forward too “Are you okay, Matteo? Did you sleep last night?”

He blinked but didn’t pull back He just tipped his head a little to the side “I hate that you do that sometimes”

“What?” Hehe hated her, but the expression on his face was telling her a whole other story

He sighed as the waitress appeared with their drinks “Blindside ave his head a shake “Not many people in this life can do that”

She licked her lips and smiled as the waitress stood poised with her order pad “What’ll it be, folks?”

Phoebe looked at the waitress with hopeful eyes “What kind of soup do you have?”

The waitress checked her pad “Today we have potato chowder, lentil and bacon, and chicken and rice”

“I’ll have the potato chowder, please”

Matteo nodded “I’ll have the omelet, please, with mushrooms and cheese”