Rather than going to the couches as Sophia expected, Luca brought the tray to the bed.
Just like the first time she went to his house, he was insistent on feeding her as if that was the only way to make sure she was eating. However, unlike the first time, he was willing to eat just as much as her. It made her feel better about eating until she couldn't anymore.
He gave her bites of salad and pieces of bread. There was even a chicken dish that was already cut up so he could feed her that as well. Sauteed vegetables covered in some sort of garlic sauce were the best she ever had.
It occurred to her again that the chef in his building had to be world-class. If they weren't famous in their field, they should be.
