Garth smiled at the view he had of Julie as she walked into the ristorante. He was Italian and well-groomed, so he didn’t slap her butt on the way in, though he could have gotten away with it, what with being Italian and all. Being mighty sexy also helped.
‘Hey Fredo,’ he greeted some slick-looking guy who was leaning at the bar, speaking to a waiter Garth knew as Tonio.
It was about a minute until he and Julie were seated, and Garth was smiling proudly at her, looking at her from behind the menu.