~HELENA~
"I told you. Italian place," Tye said, moving through traffic with ease. "Best carbonara in the city. Family-owned. Been around for fifty years. It's in Little Italy."
"Sounds perfect," I said.
"It is," he said. "Fair warning though, the owner, Maria, she's going to try to feed you until you explode. And she's going to ask a lot of personal questions."
"Personal questions?"
"She's traditional," Tye said. "She's going to ask if we're together. If I'm treating you right. If my intentions are honourable. The whole thing."
"And what are you going to tell her?" I asked, feeling my heart beating faster.
Tye was quiet for a moment. Then he glanced at me with a serious expression.
