[Poggio]

He found himself smirking. “There is just one problem. I heard you have shoomse up the manager for a job at this place, you know dinner, dancing, drinks... and then only then will he possibly give you an audition.” He playfully let his fingers roam until his entire arm was draped around Ambrosia. He kissed the other. “He is very picky and for once in the mood for a classy dinner.”