R O S A L I E
Before I could find my words, the waiter arrived with our food, placing the steaming plates and the bottle of wine between us, breaking the intense bubble that had formed around us.
"Enjoy," the waiter said with a small bow before disappearing again.
I picked up my fork. I needed to do something with my hands, something that wasn't staring at Axel like a lovesick fool.
"This looks amazing," I said, twisting the spaghetti onto my fork.
Axel watched me, a soft smile on his face before he cut into his lasagna.
We ate in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, just enjoying the food.
"You know," Axel said, breaking the silence as he poured some of the deep red wine into my glass. "I never thought I'd see the day where a woman would be more interested in her spaghetti than
