"You really like Italian food, huh?" Killian asked, waving his sauce stained fork at me from across the brown wooden table we sat at together.
"Yeah, it's delicious. This place is amazing." My eyes scanned the red themed restaurant. The whole place had such a cosy appearance, from the brown painted wooden chairs and tables to the transparent wall sized windows that filled a whole wall.
"It's quite average. I'll take you somewhere better next time." Killian’s fork jabbed idly at his food, picking it apart.
"It feels comfortable. Clean, but not so formal that I feel out of place. I've been to Italy before, too. My past owner married an Italian woman, she didn't like me much." My eyes lifted, lips curving up into a devious smirk. "I wonder why."
He stared at me and, through the spoonfu
