Was it any wonder why Remy had asked her to dinner? He enjoyed her company, and she was beautiful. To put it simply, he liked her. Liked her enough that being in her presence was more than enough for him. No, he couldn't touch her, but maybe one day in the future he could. Remy thought he could wait for that day.
The thief smiled at Anna Marie when she answered, and he took another bite of his own pasta. The food here was always delicious. It didn't compare to good old fashioned New Orleans cooking, but it was good in its own right. There were a few moments of silence while they ate, and though Remy kept glancing at the door his attention didn't stray far from his companion.