Oliver looks at me with something like relief in his eyes, and I smile back at him. It’s a good moment. It’s hard not to have a good moment with him, and I tell myself to take it one moment at a time. I want to linger here, to bask in it for as long as I can.

Nodding, I finish off my wine and then bring him both plates from the table. While he fills them, I refill our wine glasses and bring them over, and also get us two glasses of water. I push my chair closer to his before sitting down, so that we’re side by side instead of across from each other, and smile up at him as he sets the plates down.

“Grazie, pesca,” I tell him, tipping my head back to rest against his hip for a moment. “This looks amazing.”