I blanch. “God, no. I think I drank enough yesterday for the rest of my life.”
Dante laughs. “I understand that. Me too.”
“At least, let’s eat first,” I suggest, and he nods, ordering us waters and a shrimp appetizer.
I look at him curiously. “I feel like I don’t know that much about you.”
Dante spreads his hands. “I’m an open book.”
I snort. “I don’t know about that.”
“Ask me anything,” he says, and I tilt my head.
“When did you lose your virginity?”
Dante barks out a laugh. “Fifteen. What about you?”
“Sixteen,” I say. “So you see, I’m not a prude like everyone says.”
He looks at me. “Does everyone say that?”
I pout. “You haven’t heard it around town? All because I like to stay at home mostly, people think I’m stuck up.”
“You’re not stuck up at all,” he says, something glinting in his eyes.
I nod slowly. “I guess maybe I was, for a while,” I admit. “After the shootout, I was afraid to leave the house.”
Dante gives me a sympathetic look. “I can imagine. You were so young.”
I look down at my silverware. “I guess you don’t remember me much from that day.”
“I didn’t for a while,” he admits. “For a long time, I didn’t think much about it. But when I saw my father’s wishes, it all came back to me.”
“It did?” I ask, looking up at him.
He shrugs. “You have to understand, Mia, you were just a kid then.”
I smile. “I know. I just think...I think that was when I fell in love with you.”
Dante’s eyes widen. “When you were seventeen?”
I nod slowly. “Is that weird?”
“I think it’s very romantic, given I saved your life,” he says proudly, and I chuckle.
“You think so?”
“I do,” he hums, and reaches across the table to take my hands in his.
The server comes back, smiling. “Newlyweds?” she asks.
“On our honeymoon,” I say proudly, and Dante smiles evenly at her, that strange predatory smile I can never quite figure out.
“So, tell me something true,” I say suddenly after we put in our orders with the server.
“Something true?” Dante cocks his head.
“Yeah. Something not many other people know.”