“Qui,” the waiter said, “here,” pointing to the table just inside the dining room.
QuiGiorgio and Tamara sat as instructed, choosing two seats beside each other and with their backs to the wall, the better to see the other people in the dining room. Tamara naturally took such seats as she liked to people-watch when she was in a restaurant. Giorgio was trained by Italian custom to do the same, but for a different reason. He joked that no Italian man wanted to have his back to the open room, as if this was somehow dangerous.
“You don"t think there will be trouble, do you?” teased Tamara. Giorgio grinned at her comment but remained quite serious about his reasoning.
Menus were quickly distributed and they scanned the options to find something for their midday meal. Tamara ordered insalata
