-Diana's POV-
As Marco pours wine into two glasses, I walk over to the window and open it, letting the crisp cool night air in.
He walks over to me and hands me a glass of wine. I immediately lift the glass to my lips and take a sip.
"This is pretty good." I utter.
He chuckles. "I'm sure you've had much better wine than this." He says.
"I won't lie. Yes. But that was a long time ago. Things now are not made like they used to, especially food. Wine was definitely best at the height of the Roman empire days but this one is still really good."
He almost spits his wine out. "You are... that old?!" He asks.
I drink all of the wine in my glass and have him pour some more.
"You know, isn't it rude to point out how old someone is?"
"I'm sorry!" He quickly says and I laugh.
"I'm joking. I
