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Ellie held up one hand “Please You are incapable of holding back your feelings Some people bury them, Win, but you toss them in the air like confetti”
Our server appeared and set down a plate “Ladies, the grilled peaches and burrata with prosciutto and arugula”
“Did we order this?” I looked at the dish,
“I don’t think we did, but it looks a” Ellie s for it”
The server shook his head “The chef sent it out for you”
“He did?” Ellie laughed “Is it Mr Lupo?”
“Yes,” the server replied
“Please say thank you for us,” I said, spreading my napkin on my lap
The server nodded “Enjoy”
Throughout the rest of the le-bite ahted us every time A sautéed scallop dusted alnut cru and apricot, a roasted baby beet with goat cheese and mint Our entrées, veal for me and stuffed pork chops for Ellie, were delectable And for dessert, which neither of us had ordered, our server brought two house-made cannoli
Although we protested that ere too full to eat the but crumbs left on the table, our server came over and smiled “Did you enjoy the meal?”
“Every bite,” I said “But I’ us any more food”
He laughed “How about a digestif? Maybe Limoncello?”
Ellie and I exchanged a glance and shrugged “Okay,” she said “That sounds good”
“I’ll be right back” He was only gone for a couple lasses of icy Limoncello
“Thank you And please tell Mr Lupo how much we enjoyed every bite,” Ellie said “That was so nice of hiht”
The server nodded, placing his hands behind his back “You ood friends”
“He’s good friends witha tiny sip of Li him Uncle Nick”
He looked confused a ht is Gianni Lupo Not his father”
Ellie’s ht? Das he sent out”
“Right,” I said knowingly “Because we turn down house-made cannoli all the ti onderful, including the service Thank you”
“You’re very welcome” He nodded and backed away Ellie set down her drink and took out her wallet