"They're beautiful," Aria said, finally gathering the courage to trace one on his upper arm with her finger,
"They tell stories, and have deep meaning for you and for the people who put them there. You worked hard for them," She said before dropping her hand and pointing to a small restaurant off to the side,
"There," She lead him in, soft guitar music was playing and the place was quiet, but there were a few people eating there.A man in the kitchen raised his hand and called a greeting as well as asking what they wanted,
"A plate of cacciucco, please!" Aria called back then sat at a corner booth. The table had full view of the restaurant,
"This is my favorite place to eat, and this is where I come on days when it is too wet or hot to go anywhere else. I people watch here."