She did mind, but said nothing to him about it. She did, however, thank Vinnie in Italian. And then, once they were seat at the bar she leaned forward the smallest bit to speak with the tender and all in fluent Italian.
She asked what wines they served, asked which was recommended and then ordered a sparkling muscato.
"Grazie," she smiled sweetly at the bartender who flushed when she did so. Now she turned slightly to face Irving, a thigh crossed over thigh and the toe of her foot coming to rest against his calf.
"So, tell me, Irving, what do you hope to get out of this?"