Chapter 34

SCARLETT

I watched the waiter get a cleaner to clean up the mess while exchanging knowing smiles with Finn. He leaned back against his seat and kept tapping the table till they were done and they all left. 

Finn peered down at the plate before him, looking utterly confused. He picked up his fork and began to touch it slowly. 

"Careful. You'll ruin it," I said to him. 

He looked up at me. "What's this?" 

I laughed. "That's fresh burrata with prosciutto di Parma." 

"Fuck does that mean?" 

I burst into laughter, nearly losing control of myself but I fanned myself with my hands and stopped. "Eat it with your hands, okay? It's more enjoyable that way." 

Finn shook his head and let his fork down gently. He looked at his side into the tiny basket that had been set beside him. It had toasted bread smeared with olive oil contained in it. 

"At least, this is where I can sit," he said and picked up a