By the time they settled down to eat, Leo had retrieved his bag and carried it into the bedroom.
When he returned, Vittoria was already arranging the food on the table.
He looked around the apartment.
"Where's your luggage? I didn't see it in the bedroom."
"It's in the other room. I didn't bring much."
Leo stared at her and then snorted.
"Sure."
"What does that mean?"
"It means I believe you completely."
She gave him a look over her shoulder and then leaned closer.
"Leo."
"What? I said I believed you."
"Doesn't sound like it."
He grinned and sat down, apparently content to leave the matter there.
He knew Vittoria well enough to understand that not much could mean anything from a small overnight bag to several carefully packed cases.
He would find out eventually.
For now, he was more interested in having her there.
They ate together, trading stories about the weeks they had spent apart.
