After smearing the coffee in the tissure on her chin and then cleaning it up for the umpteenth time, he finally got the composure to pull back.
As he did, Vittoria looked away toward the street, and whatever was happening on her face, she aimed at the passing traffic for a few seconds before she also found her composure and brought it back.
Her heart was doing something she was choosing not to examine too closely.
As they sat still, Leo looked down the street and spotted the artist a little way along, set up at the corner with a small crowd around him, doing fast portraits in charcoal for people who stopped and paid.
He looked at Vittoria, then pointed in that direction.
"Shall we?"
She looked at what he was pointing at and nodded, and stood, but as they did, neither of them noticed the two figures in a doorway across the street who had been there for the better part of forty minutes.
