Isaac drives us out of town to a nice Italian restaurant. When we walk into the restaurant, a well-dressed older man with white hair walks over to us, smiling.
"Isaac my friend, haven't seen you around here in a while." The man says in an Italian accent, hugging Isaac.
"I've been busy Matteo, it's nice to see you." Isaac says hugging him back.
"And this beauty?" The man says looking at me.
Isaac smiles. "My perfect girlfriend."
The man takes my hand and kisses it. "Bellissima." He says softly.
I smile awkwardly.
"Come, the best seat in the house, just for you." He says leading us to a table with a huge window overlooking a beautiful garden.
We sit and Matteo calls the waiter over and leaves.
"Owner of the restaurant I presume?" I ask.
"Yea and an old friend of my famil
