Sandro’s turned out to be an Italian restaurant that was so far out of my usual price range that I balked at the bowl of pasta for $29. Still, I kept my mouth shut as Marek ordered a $67 Veal Bolognese. I decided on a half order of Rigatoni Carbonara. Marek ended up ordering a side of Burrata as well as a glass of red wine. I opted just for some water.
We were seated inside near the back but I was still surprised that he chose a place so open. We were quiet for a long time, his wine being served, my water being delivered, and the Burrata being set out between us.
“Ria, what were you thinking?”
Marek’s voice wasn’t angry anymore. It was more exhausted than anything. He rubbed his eyes and his shoulders fell as his own body seemed to sink into small chair. I looked down at the plate in fr
