She scrutinized him suspiciously. "Is this truly a coincidence?"
"What do you think?" He looked back at her innocently. "Love, our stars are just so perfectly aligned that whatever we wish for has to come true. I was racking my brains over how to convince you to accompany me on this trip. Look, I didn't even need to say a word before a golden opportunity presented itself."
She had no say regarding his reasoning. Did he really believe in stars, or was he bullshitting to cover up for something?
Whatever it was, she hoped they would not end up getting in each other's way again.
Seeing that she was not going to ask anything else about it, he smiled and finished his wine. "So, are we going to talk about how we get to Rome?"
She glanced at him in confusion. "By plane, of course. Wait. Were you thinking of running there instead?"
He slapped his forehead. "You know what I mean. You're coming with me, right?"