08-24-2013, 10:55 AM
Claire pinched the stem of the martini glass, thoughtfully twirling it atop its napkin. Giovanni surprised her again with his quick downing of the shot. She winced at the sight to imagine how it must burn. An Italian with a taste for vodka and the backbone to drink it straight up. There was truly more to him than met the eye; and he seemed to have had a hard life. Claire could sympathize.
"You want me to take you shopping?"
Claire laughed. She leaned around the edge of the stool and glanced up and down the darkly dressed Italian.
An amused laugh rolled across her expression and Claire finally took a sip of the martini. "I suppose you've hit upon my weakness,"
she smiled acceptingly, "as I have a hard time turning down a trip shopping."
It would be a nice change from the thrift stores and resale shops she usually lurked back in New York. Shopping in Moscow? The idea glittered like a dream.
"You want me to take you shopping?"
Claire laughed. She leaned around the edge of the stool and glanced up and down the darkly dressed Italian.
An amused laugh rolled across her expression and Claire finally took a sip of the martini. "I suppose you've hit upon my weakness,"
she smiled acceptingly, "as I have a hard time turning down a trip shopping."
It would be a nice change from the thrift stores and resale shops she usually lurked back in New York. Shopping in Moscow? The idea glittered like a dream.