*Caterina*

Daggers could’ve been thrown across the simple wooden table we were sitting at, and it would’ve looked less hostile than Anna’s piercing glare. I sat uncomfortably at the booth we had been directed to, trying to pretend I didn’t notice her eyes on me as I looked over the menu.

The menu was useless though, and we both knew it since I had it memorized.

Langers was my favorite restaurant in the whole city, and Anna knew that. Elio still ...