He shot Janey his usual dazzling smile before jumping back into the car and roaring off up a narrow side street that was little more than a cobbled laneway. ‘Well, that’s it then,’ Janey told herself a bit forlornly as Luca’s tail-lights vanished. ‘That’s probably the last time you’ll ever see him, so stop being stupid, stupid.’ She turned her attention back to the tiny piazza where Da Edoardo was located and her mood began to lift. It was one of a string of buzzing eateries facing onto the miniature square and its sparkling, central fountain. Sidewalk tables spilled out in all directions, crowded with local families and couples of every description enjoying a Friday night out. She navigated her way past the trattoria’s crowded entrance and scanned the bustling restaurant for her aunt. ‘Buonasera, signorina!’ winked a passing waiter, who was loaded up with plates of glorious looking pasta. ‘Sua madre è lì.’ He made a vague gesture towards the rear of the trattoria and kept moving.
