#Chapter32
/"Don't think about it too much, lets eat/" Nate said pushing a plate of bread over towards me.
He was right, I needed to just enjoy and not think too much into it. I picked up the bread and spread some of the white sauce from the pasta on it.
Nate twirled some pasta and started eating as well.
The food was out of this world. I can't say I've had many Italian meals other than spaghetti, but I was defi-nitely missing out of some good food. We still had quite a bit of food left, and I felt bad still.
/"Do you think we could box it up, maybe give it to the rough sleepers outside/" I asked Nate as I finished up my wine. My speech was beginning to slur, the wine was really good, a little too good.
Nate only had a small glass before moving to water since he was driving. /"Of course, we will do that/" a few minutes later the waiter came back and placed our boxes down with a complementary bottle of wine.
