/Riccardo's POV/
"So you do remember my preferences," she took the cup. "Interesting," she removed her mask, revealing her wrecked grin.
"It's just that I have a really good memory," I took a sip from my cup, looking away to avoid her face. She removed her hood and fixed her hair.
"About me," she tasted her coffee. "You know I missed the old days,"
"Who doesn't? Everything was perfect," she cracked a smile.
"Yeah, it was," taking another sip from her cup, she looked at me. "Glad you remember my choice, though."
"God, can you stop?! I told you I have a good memory,"
"Like a goldfish," she burst into laughter. Her body was moving along with the laugh.
"You're seriously a child," I shook my head. My chest was trying to stop my heart from leaving my body.
"You can't even remember your last meal, Riccardo," she put one hand inside her pocket. I was shocked by what she had just said. "What?" she frowned.