Pia loved seeing the joy on Lorenzo’s face as fans stopped by the table asking for an autograph or just wanting to shake his hand. His blue eyes sparkled and not for a single second did he not have a smile on his face.
He reached across the table. “I hope you’re not upset with me.”
“Why would I be upset?” Pia asked. “This is part of who you are. I don’t mind at all.
“That’s so good to hear.” Holding up his coffee mug, he motioned with his hand to Lena. “Can you bring us two more?”
“Sure,” she said racing around the café, which had become crowded.
“Now back to us.” Taking her hands in his, he leaned across the table and kissed her lips. “I love this place. What I can’t understand is how you can sit here seeing and smelling all these pastries and cookies without the urge to eat more.”
“You should be here when they are baking the bread. It’s awesome straight out of the oven.”
“Maybe we can do that some morning when the season is over,” he squeezed her hand.
“I’d really like that.”
Lorenzo let go of her hands when Lena came back with two more cappuccinos. “Can I get you something else?”
“I’m fine,” Pia said, rubbing her belly. “I ate way too much tonight.”
“Nonsense.” Lorenzo pointed at the counter. “Can we have a couple of those cookies on top of the counter in the glass cookie dish? And then I’d like for you to box me about six dozen to go.” He turned to Pia laughing. “The guys are going to love these cookies.”
“You’re going to spoil them.”
“Never. I’m going to spoil myself, giving me a reason to come out to Staten Island to see you.”
Pia grinned. Things were going great with Lorenzo. He seemed to like her, but she didn’t want to get her hopes up. Lorenzo came from a totally different world then her, one she wasn’t use to. One she would love to be a part of.
“Maybe next time I’ll make you an authentic Italian dinner.”
“I’d love that. Unfortunately it will have to wait for me to come back from the west coast road trip. I’ll be back in about ten days. Will you wait for me?”
Gazing into her blue eyes, she wished they were at a point in their relationship where she could reach across the table, and run her fingers through his dirty blond hair. The thought of him holding her in his arms, feeling his body pressed against hers drove her absolutely crazy.
“Do you want me to?” Pia asked wanting to hear the words.
Lorenzo moved their mugs to the side and rook her hand. “I know we don’t know each other that long, but from the moment I saw you helpless in the parking lot, I knew you were the one. So in answer to your question, yes, I want you to wait for me.”
“When are you leaving?”
“Tomorrow around midday,” he frowned. “The timing couldn’t be worse for a road trip.”
“I know, especially since we can’t seem to find any quiet time to sit and talk.” Lifting up her cell phone she pointed to the time. “It’s already twenty to twelve.”
Lorenzo signaled Lena for the check. “I wish this night would never end.”
“It doesn’t have to. Why don’t you stay with me tonight?”
Lorenzo’s mouth dropped open. Before he could speak, Lena returned with the check and a shopping bag with the cookies. He handed her a hundred twenty dollars and stood. Pia grabbed her pocketbook off the table and stood by him.
“I’ll be right back with your change.”
“That’s okay. Keep the change.”
They walked outside and across the street to the car. “Staten Island is one crazy town,” he chuckled.
“Why do you say that?” she asked getting into the car.
"Thank you. I love getting dressed up."
“And I take us,” he pointed to her then himself, “seriously too.” He leaned over, turned her face toward his, and kissed her lips. When their lips parted, he put the car in drive. “Come on, let’s go home.”