At least this menu actually had English in it. I just picked the first thing that caught my attention: blueberry pancakes.
The stout, bald man came back over to our table with a notepad and pen. "Are you two ready to order?"
"Yes," Andrew and I both said a little too quickly at the exact same time.
Andrew cleared his throat with a cough. "I'll have the vegetable omelet."
The waiter wrote it down on his notepad. "And what about you?" he asked, turning to me.
"And I'll have the blueberry pancakes," I answered, handing him back the menu.
"Ok, coming right up!" He left the table to type in our orders.
A thick layer of silence filled the air between us.
If I just hadn't thought of the stupid question, none of this awkwardness would be happening. If I hadn't taken my fucking hand out of underneath his there wouldn't be any of this tension.
Andrew looked directly into my eyes. I quickly looked away. I couldn't quite bear to look at him. I didn't want to bring it up yet. Not right there on the roof.
"It sure is beautiful, isn't it?" I asked timidly.
"Yeah it is," he replied. "But not as beautiful as you."
I mustered up the courage to at least lift up the corners of my mouth into a small, shy smile. "Thanks..." I mumbled.
"Angela, seriously. What's wrong?" he insisted. "Tell me what's going through your head right now. I'm not a mind reader, but I know something's up?"
"Really, it's nothing. It's just..." I said. "I don't know."
Andrew looked stumped.
Looking around me I inspected the other people at tables eating breakfast.
There was a family of four laughing and munching their food: two sons and their parents. A cute couple, a few tables away from us, holding hands and kissing each other over the table.
A man eating by himself, quietly chuckling to himself as he read a book I didn't recognize. Also a few people farther away from us including a mom and dad were feeding their baby daughter something from a small dish.
All smiling. All happy and laughing.
That's what you're supposed to do on a roof overlooking the Pantheon. Why couldn't Andrew and I be doing that?
I know why: because I had to remember that stupid thing that had been nagging at my skin.
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Broken Promises and Ripped Dresses
ChickLitAngela had one simple job; to keep her best friends wedding dress safe until the wedding date. But when an old high school sweetheart named Andrew comes back to town, she finds taking care of the dress a lot harder than she expected. And with Andrew...
It Had To Be Asked
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