08-27-2014, 07:49 AM
Marco left with their orders. Aria never ordered from the menu when Marco was cooking. Thankfully today Marco was here. Everything was good, but she preferred Marco to surprise her with whatever caught his fancy. He enjoyed cooking, and why limit his ability by making requests.
The fact that Lucas didn't know what to say was only mildly surprising, this wasn't exactly a normal experience since they'd known each other. She smiled, Aria was sure Victor would handle any awkwardness with ease, food and wine. Too bad she didn't drink. Never again! That had been a life changing night, and not for the better.
Lucas toasted with water and Victor was there nearly immediately as Aria returned the toast. Victor shook his head. "Girl, have I taught you nothing?"
Aria laughed and Victor brought a bottle of San Pellegrino. It was chilled unlike the identical bottle that sat on the table, which he replaced it with. Sparkling mineral water in Victor's eyes was far more appropriate for a toast than regular water. Aria looked up at Victor with a frown. Aria confided in Italian, "You know I can't afford that right?"
He put a finger to her lips and smiled and in his quiet yet still very boisterous voice thick with his heavy Italian accent. "On the house.
The bell to the front door chimed and Aria could feel the joy radiating from the women coming in. Aria shook her head. "Victor, this isn't a big deal. You didn't have to call Marie and your Mama."
Victor's face reddened, he'd been caught. "But. They wouldn't believe me if I didn't show them. Our little Aria with a boy." He put his hands to his face showing the 'cuteness' of the sentence he spoke.
Aria sighed and shook her head. "Fine, they saw, now please go away. Lovingly said of course. Please."
She pleaded with him, it was awkward enough as it was without the Salvetore family making themselves at home in their lives.
Marie nodded and pulled her husband away. Aria nodded a thank you and hoped they'd stay away. She smiled at Lucas. "Told you. Big deal."
They talked about memories, good memories, what few Aria actually had pretty much revolved around this family. After she was 9, well those where all they were memories. Fransesco was her only friend and then he wasn't much of one. He picked on her physically, always tapping her and pushing her, it was all meant to be playful, until Aria turned heel and beat him up. He'd cry to his mother and she'd chide him for picking on a little girl. He got in more trouble when she beat him up than if he just left her alone to do his own thing.
Their food arrived and Marco personally delivered it to their table. He took a moment to check Lucas out from behind. Aria smiled and shook her head then gave Marco a warning smile. Aria asked, "How's Pavlo?"
as he sat her plate in front of her.
Marco blushed. "Well, I'll tell him you asked. He's with his father, he just had back surgery. Threw it out on the job. He's doing fine now tho, Pavlo is helping them out the best he can."
Aria nodded and looked down at her plate then back up to Marco. "There better not be any eggplant!"
Aria wasn't really concerned, it looked like chicken, it smelled wonderful and knowing Marco it would taste better than it smelled.
Marco laughed "Never in a million years. Enjoy!" And he turned on his heels and went back to the kitchen.
The fact that Lucas didn't know what to say was only mildly surprising, this wasn't exactly a normal experience since they'd known each other. She smiled, Aria was sure Victor would handle any awkwardness with ease, food and wine. Too bad she didn't drink. Never again! That had been a life changing night, and not for the better.
Lucas toasted with water and Victor was there nearly immediately as Aria returned the toast. Victor shook his head. "Girl, have I taught you nothing?"
Aria laughed and Victor brought a bottle of San Pellegrino. It was chilled unlike the identical bottle that sat on the table, which he replaced it with. Sparkling mineral water in Victor's eyes was far more appropriate for a toast than regular water. Aria looked up at Victor with a frown. Aria confided in Italian, "You know I can't afford that right?"
He put a finger to her lips and smiled and in his quiet yet still very boisterous voice thick with his heavy Italian accent. "On the house.
The bell to the front door chimed and Aria could feel the joy radiating from the women coming in. Aria shook her head. "Victor, this isn't a big deal. You didn't have to call Marie and your Mama."
Victor's face reddened, he'd been caught. "But. They wouldn't believe me if I didn't show them. Our little Aria with a boy." He put his hands to his face showing the 'cuteness' of the sentence he spoke.
Aria sighed and shook her head. "Fine, they saw, now please go away. Lovingly said of course. Please."
She pleaded with him, it was awkward enough as it was without the Salvetore family making themselves at home in their lives.
Marie nodded and pulled her husband away. Aria nodded a thank you and hoped they'd stay away. She smiled at Lucas. "Told you. Big deal."
They talked about memories, good memories, what few Aria actually had pretty much revolved around this family. After she was 9, well those where all they were memories. Fransesco was her only friend and then he wasn't much of one. He picked on her physically, always tapping her and pushing her, it was all meant to be playful, until Aria turned heel and beat him up. He'd cry to his mother and she'd chide him for picking on a little girl. He got in more trouble when she beat him up than if he just left her alone to do his own thing.
Their food arrived and Marco personally delivered it to their table. He took a moment to check Lucas out from behind. Aria smiled and shook her head then gave Marco a warning smile. Aria asked, "How's Pavlo?"
as he sat her plate in front of her.
Marco blushed. "Well, I'll tell him you asked. He's with his father, he just had back surgery. Threw it out on the job. He's doing fine now tho, Pavlo is helping them out the best he can."
Aria nodded and looked down at her plate then back up to Marco. "There better not be any eggplant!"
Aria wasn't really concerned, it looked like chicken, it smelled wonderful and knowing Marco it would taste better than it smelled.
Marco laughed "Never in a million years. Enjoy!" And he turned on his heels and went back to the kitchen.