[Poggio]

Galvin shorted. "Why not play with the stereotype it isn't as if they don't expect it." He walked to the curb to hail a cab as the other instructed. When the small white vehicle came, Galvin disappeared inside along with Ambrosia. The driver grinned happy to know the tourist understood French. Once the car was moving, Galvin was more then happy to keep his mouth to himself, his hands however became a different matter. He smoothed his fingers over the stain, rubbing lightly but dangerously close to Ambrosia's inner thigh.