Chapter 64
Across the street near the flat, the street shop of a friend was stationed on the corner of the public market, serving on-the-go pasta, burgers, and sweets. It was pretty popular with locals.
Naida put the plate of spaghetti alle vongole on the table and sat on the next chair beside me. Using the fork to swirl the noodles, the 28-year-old woman of two kids darted at me with a skeptical look, and her arms crossed over the other. I ate the meal she prepared for me.
"How's she?" I asked, aware of the possible danger I deemed being inside the shop where unauthorized people had no chance to enter. She was the only person to rely on.
"She's a natural. Came from a hardworking family, huh? Your official lover?" Naida inquired.
"We're getting there." She gave me a raise of her eyebr
