"Yes, everytime I talk to you but talking to you is not as often as I would like... bella." Tonio teased with a smile. He looked at her confused then blushed, just a little, when he realised he'd been caught. "I didn't think Americans were as liberal as that. So, I only have to ask if I want to look at your beautiful legs then?"

Tonio beamed at her when she asked the question about pastries before he peeled back the waxed paper bag. "Ah let's see cannoli, sfogliatelle, bocconotto, pevarani, biscotti. I'm such a good boy, I think she wants to fatten me up though."