**Thalia
“Pizza and coffee.” I said to the waitress who came forth to take our order, then I turned to Vito, “I didn't know you could take those. Looking at you, I can't mention what I imagine you would always feed on.”
He leaned his arms on the table, “Tell me one of them…” his voice so soft and demure.
I bit my lower lip, then said to him in a whisper, “Uncooked Octopus…”
“Jesus Christ!!” he exclaimed and burst into laughter. “I didn't see that f**k coming, babe. How could you think of such a thing?”
“Or maybe, a shark…not mackerel. Don't you see how huge you are?”
“But it has nothing to do with what I eat.” he gestured, and I grinned.
It was all a joke, even though a child could think like that too.
When our order was brought, I binged on it so quickly. My belly had rumbled an
