08-26-2014, 01:59 PM
Aria was glad that Lucas wasn't bothered by her warning. It was a big deal to anyone who knew her. Victor was considerate, but such an abrupt change in everything all at once, it would mean only one thing to him. This guy was important. Lucas was a friend. She liked him. She wasn't exactly sure what that meant, but she'd not shared this much of her life with anyone, at any point in her life. So it said a lot she trusted Lucas this much.
The train stopped and they got off, snow was falling. Show was almost always falling in Moscow during the winter. It was kinda pretty as it flitted through the lights. Lucas put his coat over her shoulders. She would have said something but he interrupted before she could. His coat was warm. It smelled like him too.
Salvetore's Restaurant wasn't much, but it was a family business, it was clean and the people were good. Victor treated everyone like family. Lucas opened the door and Aria knew that Victor would notice, he noticed a lot more than people wanted him too. Aria knew that first hand. He'd commented the first time she'd come in alone without Antoinette or Father Dimitri. He knew Aria had been assigned to Moscow and she was struggling. He hadn't given her a hug, but a seat in the back away from everyone else, but close to the kitchen. An easy exit. Victor didn't know what they did, but he knew enough to know they could need to go quickly.
Aria walked into the warmth of the restaurant and was greeted with Victor's boisterous voice. "Buona sera!" Aria smiled and Victor did a double take. He cocked his head to the side, like a dog trying to figure something out that it wasn't quite sure what it was. Aria laughed.
Victor hugged Aria and kissed both cheeks, Aria returned the gesture. It really was good to be in control of her own emotions. He took her hands and danced her around the entrance way. He spoke in Italian, "My dear, what is the occassion?" He looked past Aria at Lucas. "A gentleman caller?"
Aria shook her head and returned her answer in her native tongue. It rolled off her tongue like she hadn't been speaking English her entire life as well. "He's a friend."
She held out her hand and pulled Lucas closer. And in English continued. "This is Lucas. Lucas, this is Victor."
Victor nodded. "A pleasure. Any friend of Aria's is family." He turned and shouted at the waitress to clear the back tables for two. The girl who had been here every time Aria had been glanced at him with astonishment and nodded with a smile. Victor turned back to them. "Marco will be delighted to have you here. He's been dying to try out something on some unwitting customer."
Aria smiled. "Marco might be disappointed, But we'll see."
The girl returned quickly and nodded to Victor that all was ready. "Right this way." Aria knew the way, and Victor never personally seated anyone, much less her. He was going to make this a very big deal it seemed.
A table sat out of the way, but near the kitchen. It was probably the farthest away they could be from the crowd, not that the restaurant was busy at this hour. It was fixing to close soon. But she knew Victor wouldn't rush them, or anyone who was in by the time the door chimed its last time for the night.
Victor pulled the chair out for Aria and she sat politely. Aria was hesitant to take off Lucas' coat, instead putting it on proper. It was big on her, but at least she could move without it falling. Aria's shoulder ached as she did so and she hoped she didn't have to pop the other pill to stay comfortable.
Victor slipped into the kitchen and shortly thereafter a tall Italian in all white except for the apron that was stained with whatever he was cooking today came out and pulled up a chair, turned it around with the back facing the table and sat down. "What's this about being disappointed?"
Aria laughed. "Victor is a tattle-tale. Marco, Lucus. Lucas, Marco. Master Chef of Salvetore's. I'll have whatever, but Lucas, he's a big boy he can order for himself."
The train stopped and they got off, snow was falling. Show was almost always falling in Moscow during the winter. It was kinda pretty as it flitted through the lights. Lucas put his coat over her shoulders. She would have said something but he interrupted before she could. His coat was warm. It smelled like him too.
Salvetore's Restaurant wasn't much, but it was a family business, it was clean and the people were good. Victor treated everyone like family. Lucas opened the door and Aria knew that Victor would notice, he noticed a lot more than people wanted him too. Aria knew that first hand. He'd commented the first time she'd come in alone without Antoinette or Father Dimitri. He knew Aria had been assigned to Moscow and she was struggling. He hadn't given her a hug, but a seat in the back away from everyone else, but close to the kitchen. An easy exit. Victor didn't know what they did, but he knew enough to know they could need to go quickly.
Aria walked into the warmth of the restaurant and was greeted with Victor's boisterous voice. "Buona sera!" Aria smiled and Victor did a double take. He cocked his head to the side, like a dog trying to figure something out that it wasn't quite sure what it was. Aria laughed.
Victor hugged Aria and kissed both cheeks, Aria returned the gesture. It really was good to be in control of her own emotions. He took her hands and danced her around the entrance way. He spoke in Italian, "My dear, what is the occassion?" He looked past Aria at Lucas. "A gentleman caller?"
Aria shook her head and returned her answer in her native tongue. It rolled off her tongue like she hadn't been speaking English her entire life as well. "He's a friend."
She held out her hand and pulled Lucas closer. And in English continued. "This is Lucas. Lucas, this is Victor."
Victor nodded. "A pleasure. Any friend of Aria's is family." He turned and shouted at the waitress to clear the back tables for two. The girl who had been here every time Aria had been glanced at him with astonishment and nodded with a smile. Victor turned back to them. "Marco will be delighted to have you here. He's been dying to try out something on some unwitting customer."
Aria smiled. "Marco might be disappointed, But we'll see."
The girl returned quickly and nodded to Victor that all was ready. "Right this way." Aria knew the way, and Victor never personally seated anyone, much less her. He was going to make this a very big deal it seemed.
A table sat out of the way, but near the kitchen. It was probably the farthest away they could be from the crowd, not that the restaurant was busy at this hour. It was fixing to close soon. But she knew Victor wouldn't rush them, or anyone who was in by the time the door chimed its last time for the night.
Victor pulled the chair out for Aria and she sat politely. Aria was hesitant to take off Lucas' coat, instead putting it on proper. It was big on her, but at least she could move without it falling. Aria's shoulder ached as she did so and she hoped she didn't have to pop the other pill to stay comfortable.
Victor slipped into the kitchen and shortly thereafter a tall Italian in all white except for the apron that was stained with whatever he was cooking today came out and pulled up a chair, turned it around with the back facing the table and sat down. "What's this about being disappointed?"
Aria laughed. "Victor is a tattle-tale. Marco, Lucus. Lucas, Marco. Master Chef of Salvetore's. I'll have whatever, but Lucas, he's a big boy he can order for himself."