Eva's POV
As per my request, we decide to go to the Italian shop Jules had bought cookies from.
There was a creamy pistachio cake I'd seen when Jules was making her purchase and I have the feeling it would be the kind to melt on my tongue like snowflakes.
The waiter was happy to see me again as I stepped in with Andrew. He didn't seem fazed by new companion.
I take in a deeper breath, letting the sweet smell of pastries fill my lungs. Andrew shifts his hands as we approach a table that's very close to the glass windows.
When we get there, he pulls out my chair for me before taking his. And then he brings out a camera.
I had no idea he was with one when I saw him outside.
"Wow," I comment, slightly impressed.
Andrew chuckles softly, "I know, right?"
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