"I suppose that must be the case," she laughed ruefully and shrugged. "I thank you for the offer and I'm grateful for the guidance. I am quite open to suggestions; this is my first foray into the coffeehouses."
"Of course. It is a pleasure, Mr. Burnbridge. I am Teresa Manzoni," she said as she extended her hand. A politely puzzled frown drew her brows together and she took the opportunity to look more closely at him. His clothes were well-cut and expensive but too refined to be flashy. Dull, really. Which meant secure, old, very happy with itself money, she was sure of it. There was a faint recognition but nothing more than passing.
"I am certain I would remember our meeting, sir, but perhaps... have you ever been to Italy?" She smiled. "There was always quite a throng of philosophers and scholars swirling about in Bologna and Milan- would we have met there?"