He gives a look and a few words to the bartender and two glasses of gin are placed on the bartop.
"You didn't call. After last time." It's a joke, meant in good humour, Cesare feigning the role of a rejected lover. There is little weight to it. After all, it was Cesare who had left in the first place and caused their distance, not her. That doesn't mean he can't pretend otherwise though. He smirks and sips his gin.
"My pride can recover but I am not so sure about my heart."
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He gives a look and a few words to the bartender and two glasses of gin are placed on the bartop.
"You didn't call. After last time." It's a joke, meant in good humour, Cesare feigning the role of a rejected lover. There is little weight to it. After all, it was Cesare who had left in the first place and caused their distance, not her. That doesn't mean he can't pretend otherwise though. He smirks and sips his gin.
"My pride can recover but I am not so sure about my heart."