Had he?
Gods above, maybe he was the one who was going mad.
No, he was simply bothered by the fact that she was sitting there chatting with someone over lunch when she should be back in her shop working on the new designs. Though she had her libretto and sketchpad with her, closed, he noted with some chagrin. He did his best to not grind his teeth while finding something to chat about with Carlo while his model girlfriend ignored both of them.
The problem was that while Carlo could sing beautifully in several languages, he spoke only German and Italian fluently. Bill’s German was almost as bad as Carlo’s English and his other languages were nonexistent beyond what was needed to manage opera schedules and stage directions.
Here he was in an urban watering hole, which was slowly filling
