[Poggio]

He whiped the edges of his mouth the the towel that Adrian kept in the car. As promised his clothes was not wrinkled however his appitite had grown more ravenous and not for steak. Some how no matter where Ambrosia took him standing beside the red head made him feel like he was underdressed despite being a pryce. Led through the doors they were taking to the private dinning area away from the other low lit seats to a room with a better view. Once the man had them seated he offered the wine selection to Ambrosia to choose from.