amaroadriana:
A single chair, as if. “Perhaps you have been mistaken? I will always prefer something that is my own, over something that is shared.” She grinned as she waited for a chair to be pulled out for her. Really, this was a change since last year. Maybe not that massive, but it was something. Last year it was her and Raf who had been together, sitting at the table where her family was.
This year, however, Adriana was really testing out the waters. For more people than her family. “No? Then do you tend to lead a life that is… Planned out to the very last second? If so - do you already know when is your wedding? Your kids? How many?” She teased, settling into her place.
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Something that was her own. That alone caused his brows to raise with amusement. Ah, he inwardly thought. You’re something. ‘’Then be my guest.’’ Vincenzo pulling the chair out for her, with the smirk still tugging at the corner of his lips, before dropping into the chair beside her with ease, instantly taking in the growing crowd around them.
‘‘I like to be constructive with my time.’‘ Vincenzo openly admitted, shrugging his shoulders. He was not ashamed of who he was, and he certainly would not falter that for anyone. Or anything. ‘‘I keep business and pleasure on a leash.’‘ He states, leaning back in his chair, hand raising to order a drink to the table. ‘‘And I always make sure I have a plan in case the first and the second don’t align with the changing times.’‘
It was who he’d always been. But her? He wasn’t sure, couldn’t yet grasp a reading on the beautiful woman before him. Even as his mind spewed the words, Rutherford, over and over. With out so much of a second glass to the bartender, he leans forward.
‘‘What would you like to drink?’‘ He purred, leaning close to her ear.



















