"Massimo?" Elena asked, still working through her shock. "I could ask you the same question—I didn't know you visited these sorts of places."
By Elena's standards, Caffè Bella was a nice cafe, but by Massimo's standards? The place must have seemed very humble and homely.
Massimo shrugged. "I don't make a habit of visiting them," he confessed, "but I was scheduled to have dinner here tonight."
Elena furrowed her brow. Massimo wouldn't 'schedule' a dinner here himself, which meant he probably had a work meeting planned—but what mafia man would want to have dinner here?
"Would you like to join me?" Massimo asked suddenly.
"Is that appropriate?" Elena replied. "I wouldn't want to make your dining partners uncomfortable."
"That won't be a problem," Massimo insisted. "Though I planned to
