“Ah. It was pretty peaceful while I was there. Warm days, good food.”
He considers trying to ask her name again, but her name probably doesn’t matter. Instead he takes a seat at the bar.
“What’s your poison?”
‘ THE food, yes ----it’s good no matter what. ‘
she does enjoy herself some good greek food, but she’s mostly referring to the selection of walking, talking, meals. greeks taste much better than americans.
‘ RED wine will do, just fine. something dry, preferably. ‘
















