Summer rolled her eyes fondly and reached out to hook her arm through his. “All right. How do you feel about Italian? We’ll see if we can make this nice for you too.”
Pietro shrugged. “Like Italy? Or do you mean just like American Italian. Because you know we can really just go to Italy as easily.”
“I was thinking there’s a nice place I like to go to that’s just a few blocks from here, actually. It’s pretty close to actual Italy Italian without going there — do you actually plan to run across the water?”