Chapter 215

Olivia POV

The café he'd chosen was tucked down a narrow street, all marble counters and gleaming espresso machines. Alexander was waiting at a corner table, jacket off, sleeves rolled up.

"How were the meetings?" I asked, sliding into the seat across from him.

"Productive." He pushed a cappuccino toward me. "Ordered for you."

"Thanks." I took a sip, savoring the rich flavor. "This is amazing."

"Wait until you try the pasta tonight."

I laughed. "Always thinking about the next meal."

"Can you blame me? Food here is an art form."

We spent the afternoon exploring Milan properly. Alexander surprised me by actually putting his phone away, fully engaged as we wandered through historic streets.