She had always been a good eater, and this meal proved it. Marco seemed to enjoy watching her dig in as he sat back and smiled, “Thank goodness you’re not like most women in LA who have sworn off carbs.” He said just as Alex helped herself to another spoonful of pasta. “I’m not the one in front of the camera.” She countered as she smiled and shoveled another bite into her mouth. “Mmmm, plus, it would be a crime not to be able to enjoy Trattoria Mia’s pasta.” Alex mused as she savored the flavors and textures in her mouth. Of course, Alex didn’t eat there every day, but between her running and her dogs and the physical toll of her job, she kept in very good shape, thus able to allow herself these indulgences. As she chewed, she looked at the man who sat across from her. As much as she had already photographed him and been with him, she felt like she saw something new every time she looked. He was so much more than just a pretty face, though he was that, indeed. It was hard not to get lost in his eyes, his skin, his body and the sheer goodness that seemed to define his being.
