In the end, Roman and Rose ate in silence. Albeit he wasn’t known to like sharing food, he went out of his way and offered her a couple slices of pizza. Then, something even more unexpected happened. When she was cutting her fourth piece of steak, he grabbed her hand and directed the fork to his mouth.
Rose was surprised to say the least. She always thought that the mafia boss was a bit of a germaphobe. And yet, he had just eaten from her fork, a fork she had used a few times already.
Was he trying to convey a message? Was he silently telling her he wouldn’t mind if it were her?
“Roman,” Rose began hesitantly in a mellow tone of voice, once they were done with food, “What are you doing here?”
“I lied when I said there’s nothing to settle,” he grumbled, his gaze locking onto hers.
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