it wasn’t transparent, still he saw through the bravado in her attitude and understood the feelings she wanted to conceal. her concerns were natural but incessant, because he didn’t care whether she might make a few mistakes with her english, and neither did his friends as they weren’t so petty. what mattered was that she was putting her best efforts in adapting to his culture, and especially lifestyle.
“ it’s a swimsuit women wear to the beach. ”
his answer was also delivered in their native language, which he wouldn’t switch from anytime soon in order to help her ease into the setting more. with a smile spread over his lips, he picked up a potato strip in an untouched part of her plate, and proceeded to demonstrate how he considered its kind to be the most glorious side item ever invented.
“ why are you eating like a canary ? don’t you like
the food ? come on, try some french fries. ”
“ see these things ? i’ve been living on them
since i was ten. that’s why i look so good. ”
He certainly knew how to make her smile, and with that she seemed a little more relaxed, following his lead and taking a bite out of a french fry. American food was so different from what she ate back in Sicily--the food she was used to seemed exotic to the people here, and she thought that maybe it was a good thing.
She leaned forward to place a peck on his cheek, and cared not if anyone spoke of it--none would, she thought. This is America! Girls are free to do whatever they wanted here; it was a liberal country and she was trying her best to keep up with it.
“Let’s go out dancing later,” she grinned, slender fingers coming to rest on his hand. “Just us two. I want to see more of the city at night.”
