08-29-2018, 04:00 AM
He was quite the optimistic. That had only become more apparent after being given the opportunity to travel abroad. The benefits of serving did come with its perks, after all. His family was well taken care of, he was being given a great chance at college though that’s not to knock down the institutes among Florence or Venice in any form. So, when he thought that helping Aryin might lead to something better, well, he was willing to jump at the chance. Perhaps a bit naive of him, but that was just the kind of person he actually was, save that he had yet to be fully broken in to the new world around him.
“Sure thing,” he stated without question. It was something he was familiar with, after all. Romeo would ask for a bottle almost every other time, but anything with vintage years stamped to it were not to be touched except for occasions. “Anything like cheese or a cigar to go with it instead?”
When asked about himself however, Larry turned to fully look back at Aryin, one hand holding the whiskey bottle and the other holding a single glass.
“A little over a year,” he continued. “Your father was visiting clients in Florence. They were at my family’s restaurant and now, here I am.”
Still, something was bugging Larry in a way. He had just witnessed the chef, servers, the dish washer and even Roberto try to veer him from helping Aryin before.
“I take it you’re not exactly the popular child around,” he asked inquisitively. “It’s just that I’ve seen so little of you over your sister, per say. Not that I mean to intrude on personal affairs or anything. It’s uh nice putting a name to face, rather.”
“Sure thing,” he stated without question. It was something he was familiar with, after all. Romeo would ask for a bottle almost every other time, but anything with vintage years stamped to it were not to be touched except for occasions. “Anything like cheese or a cigar to go with it instead?”
When asked about himself however, Larry turned to fully look back at Aryin, one hand holding the whiskey bottle and the other holding a single glass.
“A little over a year,” he continued. “Your father was visiting clients in Florence. They were at my family’s restaurant and now, here I am.”
Still, something was bugging Larry in a way. He had just witnessed the chef, servers, the dish washer and even Roberto try to veer him from helping Aryin before.
“I take it you’re not exactly the popular child around,” he asked inquisitively. “It’s just that I’ve seen so little of you over your sister, per say. Not that I mean to intrude on personal affairs or anything. It’s uh nice putting a name to face, rather.”