“Probably,” Alicia smirked with a small wink at him, and looked away, grateful for the opportunity when she felt the heat in her cheeks.
Cutting off a bite of her pizza, she chewed slowly, savouring the taste – it really was delicious – as she listened to Adrian. It was oddly fascinating hearing him talk about a place in the way he did. “I uhm, I don’t know anything about architecture, so I have no idea what 14th Century and northern Renaissance means,” she admitted with a slightly embarrassed smile. “But I do appreciate beautiful places and I’m good at picking places with the right kind of snow. And the kids will love it, as long as there snow and hot chocolate.” The thought of Adrian ‘popping over’ for a tour, should she ever go to Italy seemed so… natural, so comfortable that she didn’t even think twice about it. “You like that area, don’t you?”