ZESA RUSSO
Levi took my suitcase and went into the house. I so desperately wished to hug him from behind and kiss him, but I was afraid of how he would react. His feelings for me weren’t quite there yet. Inside the house, the delicious aroma of food wafted through the air and my stomach reacted with a growl. I had yet to have a proper meal since I woke up. I only had a cup of coffee before boarding the plane. As I hoped, Levi did not go to work because of me. I made a beeline for the dinner table to see what he had prepared.
Tafelspitz—beef boiled in a broth of vegetables and spices. The next was Knödel—a sweet and savory dumpling that served as the side dish. For desert, it was Kaiserschmarrn—basically fluffy shredded pancakes. It was topped with jam and caramelized dry fruits. The mere
