CHAPTER FOUR
Remi and Cyril sat at Perla di Napoli, a lovely Italian restaurant near the university. Over the past few months, they had tried all the French restaurants in the area and Remi had found them all lacking. She had come to the conclusion that you could not get good French cuisine outside of France.
Luckily, America had enough of an Italian population that you could find several acceptable Italian options.
They sat in a quiet corner, a candle stuck in a chianti bottle between them. They clinked glasses and smiled as cheerful Italian music played through the sound system.
They took a sip of a rich Sicilian Nero d’Avola, enjoying its deep flavor and heady bouquet.
“Sooo,” he said, leaning a little closer. “We need to think of a date.”
He was referring to when they would get m
