Patrick looked at us, a big smile spreading across his wrinkled face. “Ester! Long time no see. How are you, my dear?”
“I’m great, Pat. How are you?”
“Getting older every day!” he laughed, his laugh is infectious as ever.
“And who is this fine man?"
“This is my brother, Arles,” I said with a smile, aware of Arles grinning at my introduction. We took a seat at one of the tables.
A moment later, Pat brought over two cups of gelato. “Here, two cups of today’s special, on the house!”
“Thank you, Pat! I’ll bring an army here soon!” I declared, making him laugh before he turned to serve another group of customers.
“This is so good!” Arles said, his cup already nearing empty.
“I know, right? I wouldn’t drive all this way if the gelato wasn’t worth it,” I replied.
Arles got up, returning
