Allison’s POV
“Is that little Italy?” Isaac asked in an excited tone as he drove around the streets, trying to find a parking spot.
“I hope you like Italian food,” I chirped, glancing at him with a grin.
“I’m half Italian, so I probably grew up loving it.” He chuckled, glancing at me. His eyes met mine for a few seconds, then he looked away, focusing on the road.
“You won’t be disappointed today,” I chimed in.
My phone buzzed, making me groan. Couldn’t work leave me for a couple of hours?
I glanced at the phone and noticed it was mom, so I turned off the phone and put it in my purse, placing a smile on my lips before Isaac could notice.
“Finally.” He smiled when he found an empty parking spot.
He parked the car and when I was about to open the door, his voice stopped me, “hold on.”
