It's my first time in Detroit and I'm enjoying every bit of my visit. And of course, I never go out of town unless it was for business. But who said it's wrong to mix both right? I've been to the outskirts of the city and talked to the owner of an abandoned warehouse. Koehler wanted me to secure it and make it a drop off point for some of our smuggled goods. After finalizing the deal, I went back to the city and met a friend. Ok well, a lady friend. She was a widow. The wife of an old friend. She invited me to the Ristorante della famiglia Tanzini for dinner. Man, the name was a mouthful when I told the cabbie where I was headed.

The place was wonderful. The Maitre led me to an empty table and removed the card saying it was reserved. I ordered an espresso while waiting for her.

Eve raised her glass in a toast before taking a sip of her wine.  "Mmhmm.  That is a lovely drop" Eve said with appreciation.  "It's been a long time since I've had wine.  It's nice to be able to relax and let my hair down and not have to go to worry about getting to a meeting tomorrow."

So engrossed in the enjoyment of her wine, Eve had not noticed that Mr Angelo had left until she saw Nessa's look of confusion.  Looking around, she caught Mr Angelo's eye and recognised his disgruntled look.  Eve gave sympathetic smile accompanied with an understanding nod.  She dug her elbow into Nessa's ribs and discretely directed her attention towards Mr Angelo.  "Oooh i think he likes you, Nessa" Eve teased.  "He sure does look disappointed that your conversation was cut short." Eve said, giggling like a schoolgirl.

Their food had no sooner arrived to the table before Nessa fell on her garlic bread and tucked in with gusto.  "It's good to see nothing has changed, Nessa"  Eve said with amusement.   "At least you waited for it to be placed on the table this time." Eve laughed.  "Remember when we ate in Los Angeles?  The waitress was foolish enough to stop and answer a patron's question while delivering our meals.  You could have easily been mistaken for a mini hurricane as you flew across the room, took your garlic bread off the serving tray and brought it to the table yourself." Eve laughed and taking a bite of her own garlic bread moaned in appreciation.  "You're right though.  This is amazing garlic bread."

Nessa blushed and shoved another piece of garlic bread in her mouth to avoid @EveGatos comment. "Dunno what you mean." she mumbled around the food before looking away quickly. She dunked the garlic bread in the sauce on her plate and took another bite before saying, "Oh god, that poor waiter." she chuckled, "I thought he was going to have a stroke, right there." she shook her head, "But honestly, what part of "If I don't get my garlic bread as soon as possible, I will burn this place down." makes you think that stopping to have a chat is the best course of action?" she asked the woman. 

"Oh." she said softly as she looked down at her plate. "I ate it all." she grumbled and reached over to try to steal a bit of Eve's bread. "I really should learn that just ordering enough bread to feed a small family... that should be what I have for dinner every night." She smiled and nodded her head, "The garlic bread diet. I'll be fat and smelly, but happy as hell." she chuckled and picked up her knife and fork. "No one should be this excited about food, I don't think." She said before digging in. After a few mouthfuls she groaned, "But when the food is this good, I am absolutely content to be a weirdo." 

Nessa paused, her fork halfway to her mouth when Tommy came back over, "Well, well, if it isn't the businessman himself." She said with a wink. She set her cutlery down and was about to offer her glass for another glass of wine when he said something about satisfying women. She blinked a few times as her jaw slowly dropped. And then she completely lost it. She started laughing so hard she had to hold on to the bar so she wouldn't fall off her seat. "I...I do believe..." she managed to get out in choked gasps, "That if..." she snorted, "This business gig of yours doesn't work out, you should go into comedy." she wrapped her arms around her middle as she shook with laughter. After a few minutes of this she wiped her eyes and muttered, "Mercy, oh, that was brilliant." before starting to giggle all over again. 

Shit. Normally it was Rae who was chastised for being the late one, but on that night the blame fell on Nixe's shoulders. Hurrying along the sidewalk, with his coat bundled up in his hands, the youngster made his way towards his destination. Curse you Rae, next time I'm picking the place, he thought to himself. Couldn't she pick something.. closer to the airport? Or at least, somewhere that he [a tourist to Detroit] would be able to find without too much difficulty. But alas, that wasn't the scene.

Picking up the pace, it was fifteen minutes later than Nixe stumbled upon the Ristorante, panting heavily, with sweat collecting in his formerly groomed locks. Making his way up to the front, his clear eyes scanned the faces in the crowd, looking for the familiar bruntte [or redhead? i can't tell]. With a smile on his face, he made his way over to his friend, before sliding into the seat across from her.

"Uh, I got lost," the man admitted, the heat rising to his cheeks. "Sorry."

Nixe reddened, "I-I might have," he admitted sheepishly. Realizing that his point needed to be reenforced, he said, "But there's nothing wrong with a bit of exercise now and then!" Then again, the youngster brunette wasn't exactly packing on the muscle. He was tall and gangly, with long legs and a taunt stomach. Accepting the offered coffee with a grateful glance aimed towards Rae, he sipped the bitter liquid. "Mmm, not at all," he said, "It's been a long flight."