Ezio had raised an eyebrow when he'd been invited to the back, frankly wondering if there was something off. He smiled at the woman on his way through the restaurant - a nice looking place, though he couldn't place the decor. It looked almost like the south of his own country, but then some sort of vine decorated the ceiling that he was certain was found nowhere in the Italian States.
Upon walking into the back, he saw a young man, perhaps his own age, directing traffic. "Signor, I am sorry if I've interrupted anything. I merely said good evening, and asked the lady a few questions."