The First Move

After a couple of minutes of silent ride in Gastone's car. They finally arrived at the restaurant, Lucia expected it was packed with people, but it was empty. 

"Oh… your restaurant... failed?" Lucia asked with pity laced in her voice. 

Gastone chuckled. "No, it's just close for today," he replied while turning the engine off.

"Okay," Lucia turned to the other side in embarrassment. She bit her lips to stop herself from digging a grave for her to jump on. 

Lucia reached toward the handle and opened the door, but to her surprise, it was slammed back, loudly. 

"What the—!" Lucia shouted in shock. Her breathing became rapid as she didn't expect Gastone's arm to reach toward her door. Her eyes traveled down his arm where his veins looked like it was about to pop anytime soon. 

"Let me open the door for you," Gastone replied sternly and stared at Lucia's eyes with all seriousness to prove his point.