He laughed, playfully shaking his head. "We'll grab you some rum ice cream too, see if that makes you feel better," he teased, lips quirking into a smirk. She knew him well enough to know it was good natured. He wasn't the 'oh are you gonna go eat ice cream and cry' type of guy. He just knew that ice cream was the go to comfort food.
Walking through the streets of Rome was always relaxing to Thorsten. It hadn't changed a great deal over the years and he easily found the bar he was guiding her towards. "After you," he offered as he held open the door like the gentleman he was. Allowing her to pass through before following her. Calling the bartender over in fluent Italian and ordering a rum for her and a double whiskey for himself. Not that it would really have a great deal of affect on him, but it was nice for keeping up the appearance. The bar itself sported dim lighting and seemed to have a dive-bar esthetic, which suited Thorsten down to the ground. Neon lights weren't his favorite.
"So, Ana," he started, handing her the glass and picking up his own before moving them towards a booth in the corner. "Tell me why I'm not seeing that beautiful smile this time around."