My skin tingles as my leg brushes up against his when I sit down.
“Would you like menus?” Giraldo inquires.
“I’ll have the same thing I ordered last time,” I say. “You remember, don’t you, Giraldo?”
He flushes a little, looking between Lucio and me.
“Ah, what did we just talk about, Giraldo?” I remind him playfully.
His eyes flicker to Lucio. “Charlotte?” he says dubiously.
“Charlotte,” I reaffirm with a pleasant nod. “That’s right. We’re old friends, aren’t we, Giraldo?”
“Of course, Ms., ah … Charlotte,” he says uncertainly. “But I don’t actually remember what youordered the last time.”
His cheeks flush with color. I’m biting back a smile, but I figure I should just put him out of his miseryat this point.
“You know what, that’s quite alright,” I say. “Lucio, you kn
