I watched Dimitri as he casually scooped the food he had ordered for us onto my plate, a small yet attractive smile playing on his lips as he did so. I sighed and looked around the restaurant only to find some of my office staff looking our way in interest.
The second my eyes made contact with theirs, they quickly looked away and talked to each other in hushed voices.
Unconsciously, the smile on my face faltered and I started frowning. They are talking about me and for the first time ever, I was really glad that my Italian isn't very good. I don't want to understand what they are saying.
"What's wrong?" Dimitri asked me, snapping my attention back to him.
My eyes shot back to his and I smiled at him, shaking my head, "Nothing" I said, trying to look indifferent.
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