It was just a hole in the wall
two tables
the kitchen was across the alley
they called it non c’è problema
no menu
I ordered spaghetti
wine and sparkling water were complimentary
the tables were covered in
red and white checked cloths
he poured me a glass of wine
she made small talk with her friend
he casually flirted with me
they wouldn’t let me cut my spaghetti
it was not proper Italian etiquette
I struggled slurping the spaghetti and stopped eating
he felt bad and traded me with his pasta
I savored the moment
an evening breeze from the open door to the alley
candlelit faces of friends laughing
warm wine making it’s way to my cheeks
the scents from an authentic Italian kitchen
for me it was surreal
Indigo-Daisy 
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