Chapter 57: Rico and Paris 8

Chapter 57: Rico and Paris 8

Paris’s P.O.V

“Do you like it here?” Rico asked, looking around nervously at the restaurant for the hundredth time.

It wasn’t fancy at all. It was a small establishment with a homey atmosphere that mostly served homemade Italian dishes like no other place I had been to. There were only two wait-staff, one young boy who looked around my age and another man who was old enough to be around Rico’s age.

The woman behind the counter was old, not by years, but it looked like she had been worn out by the difficulties that life had provided for her. And she too kept looking at us nervously, almost like she was afraid of the reaction she would have.

There weren’t that many customers today. A few people just hanging around, eating their pasta in peace by the side tables; enjoying their meals and their company.

In short…I’d rather be here than any other five star hotel or bar that the mafia owned. This place was welcoming…like home.

“Why didn’t you tell me your