I couldn't help but let out a pleasurable moan every time I tried a new food item. Nothing could replace the thrilling feeling I get when eating good food.
"I see you have an undeniable love for food." He chuckled.
"When the food calls me, I've got to answer." I shrugged.
We stopped in front of a*****e called Forno Campo de Fiori, which is a place that sold piazza Bianca. It was a type of flatbread made with a lot of olive oil and salt.
I glanced at the menu placed on the wooden desk.
"Let's get this one," I pointed at the slice with only tomatoes and cheese.
He smiles. "Anything you want."
Ethan was about to take out his wallet, but I give him a light slap on his hand, insisting that I pay for my own food. He tries to protest against me, but as he notices that I was
