Mangiamo | Ezio & Emiline
Emiline felt a little bad leaving him to do his own devcies with the shop assistant earlier but she knew that she would be able to help him out whilst she went to get ready and make reservations for later. There was plenty of time where she could take him on a shopping spree for a new wardrobe. That was if he really wanted that. He seemed rather adament about it before but she wasn’t convinced. She didn’t think he needed it. Of course, her attire was nowhere near the same as his but she wore whatever the fuck she wanted and so would it always be. She knew Ezio generallly appeared to be very chamismatic and confident but she did get the vibes he seemed concerned about fitting in which she supposed was maybe to do with him being an assassin and merging in the crowd, even though to her be would always stand out.
They had agreed to meet at the Italian restaurant of Bocconcino which she had spotted earlier being that it should be easy to get to. Though who knew, maybe he could get lost finding the place but maybe he was good with direction. She wondered whether he had headed home in the meantime with his gift from the faire or whether he may bring it through rushing. They had set to meet at 7.30 so it should not be too much hassle, right?
Either way she made sure to be early, currently sat by the bar as she awaited for Ezio. Maybe he was here already? Who knew? It was fairly busy so it was not like it wasn't a posibility. She smiled to herelf as she ran a hand through her long golden hair, thanking the bartender as he brought her a glass of Italian prosecco, none other than the Valdo prosecco, a special 'floral' edotion of a pink colour. She wore a rather tightly fitted dress which showed off all her curves and showed off her slim but busty figure. She knew a few eyes had been glancing in her direction but such a dress would obviously get such attention.